Last week on family vacation (and by family - I mean all 6..and a half...Voss family-ites)...I felt this weird sensation.
Imagine squishing jello around in a balloon.
In my expert state of denial, I dismissed it.
Last night the sensation was back, not just one swoosh of jello from one side of the balloon to the other, but consistent swooshing.
"Mommy, I'm here. Big enough you can feel me swooshing."