A kick in the ear…

While feeling out the baby’s ‘pokes’ yesterday, hubby swore he could hear a heartbeat. So I encouraged him to ‘listen’ to the baby’s heartbeat by putting his head down on my belly (he he). Next thing you know he’s saying owww and rubbing his ear–he got kicked in the ear! Ha!

We’re getting into a rhythm with what we do now every day, I read a story after lunch and talk to the baby every time it moves around and seems to be awake, do kick counts and giggle at the odd movements. And hubby gives the belly a kiss and says I love you before he heads out the door in the morning and before we go to bed at night, with lots of talking ‘at’ the belly after work in between.

I swear as soon as he came in the door the other night the baby woke up and started dancing. The saga begins. Daddy means playtime. Sigh. Oh well. At least it should give me a little rest when he gets home from work. After all, he’s the one that got kicked in the rear…I mean ear.

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