It has been rather delightful to increasingly feel the movements of the babe within me. On Saturday we were driving around and I flipped on n.p.r. and it was an afternoon of opera- opera that was not especially pleasing to either Kevin or me, but the baby started jumping around like crazy. Kev turned off the opera to see if it would calm down. It seemed to. So do we have a little opera lover budding or was it a protest?
Yesterday I hardly felt the baby move at all. I wasn't feeling terribly well in the morning and then the stillness of the baby made me a bit nervous.
The baby remained evidently still through this morning, but on the drive to school the baby started aggressively moving about. The radio wasn't even on. Perhaps the baby just likes the car.
Kev says we'll have to get the baby a bib that says "Keep on truckin'."
Keep moving baby. It helps.