Kicking, Not Screaming

I'd felt the little boy in my wife's tummy turning and squirming before, but for the first time last week, I felt it give a little kick. Oh, that kid is alive. The other night at a friend's party, another friend told my wife that when you agitate the belly, the baby will respond with a kick. Well, our little junior is mighty mellow if that's true. He doesn't respond at all. He only kicks when he feels like it. My wife also heard that a baby boy often takes after the mother instead of the father. That gave her the shivers. She wants the boy to be a diligent, obedient kid like me.

Tonight, my wife and I went to our nearby Babys 'R Us for the second time. Looking at Pak 'n Plays, I felt for the first time that I could really get into some of this kid merchandise. I had spent the other day outfitting the stroller with the car seat and found the parts didn't match. But my wife and I felt a sense of unity and togetherness we haven't felt in some time. Her hormones are playing with her appetite, and I had no problem giving in to her urge to munch on a double cheeseburger and a box of a DOZEN DONUTs. I'd been wanting to buy the "buy six, get six free" at the local Dunkin' Donuts. The two of us are going to eat this up in two days. Thanks, kiddo!

I'm finally getting ready to prepare the nest. I removed the books from the bookshelf so I can move that into our bedroom and thereby convert our study into a nursery. For the baby, I'll do anything.