Little Jumping Jack

I've read that babies tend to slow down their movements towards the end of pregnancy as they run out of room. Little Eva doesn't seem interested in adopting that policy. In fact, she's protesting her reduced space by continually stretching, jabbing me in the side and digging her tiny foot under my rib cage. I'm actually beginning to wonder if she's bruising my rib, because it's getting awfully sore. Friends laugh at my lopsided stance when I'm constantly leaning to one side and applying counter-pressure with my fist. This is going to be a challenging last few weeks. I'm looking forward to not being hugely pregnant anymore, but I'm also appreciating what little uninterrupted sleep I'm getting right now. It's a trade off.