So last night while watching the O.C., the Creature From Within was apparently participating in the baby olympics, perhaps energized by me eating one of John's grandmother's molasses and raisin cookies. Seemed like as good a time as any to try once again to see if John could feel it moving from the outside. And a good time it was. While there were many little movements that John didn't notice, there were a couple really fabulous kicks that he distinctly could tell was the baby. The look on his face was priceless. He seemed a bit stunned and declared it to be a little freaky. I whole-heartedly agreed.