Baby is becoming more and more active lately...mostly doing somersaults and tumbling acts, using my bladder as a safety net. Certain activities or stimulation seem to set him on a high-wire adventure, ricocheting off the side of my uterus in a happy rhythym.
The first time I felt a real, honest to goodness movement was during the Beatles Matinee Laser Show down at the ol' planetarium. I had done the show a few times already and was comfortable to sway to the stylings of John, Paul, George and Ringo. The song made me think of Babydaddy and how much I love him...When I'm 64, which we sang together once on one of our many trips to Winnipeg when we lived in Brandon. Perhaps it was my joyful state, the sound of the music or a crazy coincidence, but Little Monkey choose that time to attempt his first foray into acrobatics.
Since then, I can count on some movement following the Beatles show and lots of movement during and after my live planetarium shows. Does Baby love astronomy that much? Or is it my booming, microphoned voice he has come to know and (hopefully) love? I'm sure this child will display signs of nerdery from an early age, but hopefully it's Mommy's voice that fuels the circus in my womb.
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