Now that the baby is the size of something other than food (the books are all labeling her size in inches instead of produce, although one book did make a comment about her being the size of a pot-roast) she’s started to kick more. A lot more. Some nights she wakes me up because she is kicking so hard and so often. Sometimes, I can sit on the couch and watch my stomach move when she kicks. Sometimes I’ll have one of the toddlers at work sitting on my lap and she’ll kick. The toddler will usually turn around and look very puzzled at my stomach. I like to be able to feel her kicking and stretching in there. It makes it all seem very real. I also like that Kevin can feel the baby kick now, it’s not just me trying to explain what it feels like. Last weekend, Kevin was gone from Friday - Sunday and when he came home on Sunday and started talking the baby kicked more than she had all weekend. Then on Monday, I was gone until about 9 at night and when I came home and Kevin said hi, she started to kick really hard again. I’ve always heard that babies respond to familiar voices, but this was really cool - she apparently really likes to be around her dad.

Here’s the not so fun part of finally having a big belly - everyone wants to touch it. Okay people, here’s the deal, after the baby is born you can hold her all you want, but for right now, BACK OFF. It’s very wierd to have people coming up and wanting to rub your belly. I know that some moms-to-be love the belly pats, but me? Not so much.