Kicked by baby
Last night I had my hand on my wife's swelling belly as we lay in bed and chatted, as we do. Probably about the Eurovision song contest and its importance to my silly fellow contrymen...
Our conversation was cut short, interrupted by a sudden poke to the palm of my hand. Baby kicked me! For the first time!
We spent the rest of the evening in a state of mild euphoria, staring at her belly and exchanging pokes with baby.