Even right now, as I'm in the middle of writing a paper for grad school, I can't help but be distracted and amazed by the movement within my belly. It seems as though belly-watching has become our new favorite pastime.
Most evenings, when the day's work is done and I'm able to lay back and relax, baby boy seems to think it's time to play. So, he begins punching, stretching, kicking, flipping, and twisting - exercising his rutabaga-sized body within my belly. I'm sure he's been doing this for many weeks now, but only within these last two or three has it become so apparent to daddy and me.
When baby boy exercises, we watch with joy at his strength as my belly ripples, rolls, and bounces! As soon as I feel him start to move, I give Jared a nudge and we watch closely hardly daring to breathe - waiting for the next movement. Sometimes, we play back by giving a gentle poke or prod to see how baby boy reacts. He usually responds to our play with another kick or punch. Then, we laugh out loud - such force for a little guy that weighs less than two pounds!
Last night, Jared climbed into bed well after I was asleep and as always, began rubbing my belly. Baby boy must've recognized daddy's touch and began to play with him by kicking and punching - bouncing daddy's hand right off my belly!
Although we can't actually see our son, I'm sure this is the beginning of endless hours of watching him in amazement. Only in a few months, we'll go from belly-watching to baby-watching! We can't wait.
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