So that's what I feel like at the moment. Every last square inch of my abdomen is bruised on the inside. This kid doesn't stop throwing elbows and knees around, ever. My 7 year old son has taken to calling it the "ninja baby". If you've ever seen the movie "Flubber" - that's what my belly looks like at any given moment - bouncing and contorting and stretching. I just want to hand the baby his or her eviction notice. Time to join us on the outside child. My goodness... how am I going to make it seven more weeks.