So I just thought I'd share this funny story with all of you, and see if it's ever happened to anyone else. Last night, me and OH were.... *Barry White music commences* *cough* Anyway. Afterwards, we're laying in bed talking and cuddling and he freezes and goes "What was that??" I say I dunno and cuddle back up to him. He does it again and I'm like "What is it???" He goes "The baby's...poking me?" So I lay on my back (well as well as anyone 6 and a half months pregnant can lay on their back with a pillow halfway underneath them lol) and we have our hands on my belly. Yup. Hiccups. We can feel that little rhythmic 'bop bop bop bop.' So we're laughing and joking about our 'rhythm' throwing her out of whack when I about flip out of the bed. Baby has decided she doesn't like hiccups. I lay back down, and OH about dies laughing as his daughter abuses me. So there's the 'bop bop bop' underneath the crazy psycho bitch beating our daughter is delivering. Hiccups stop after about 8 minutes. Then, yup, beating stops. It was definitely an amusing evening.