The Occasional Solipsist

So Superwife and I were watching Ultimate Jeopardy last night. In case you don't know what that is, they've invited all of the best players from over the years to come for this colossal jeopardy tournament which will climax with whoever wins going up against everybody's favourite game-thrower Ken Jennings.

Now come on, you know he threw that game. FedEx. Whatever.

So we're watching Jeopardy. And Superwife is just sitting there glowing her usual glow, looking like the only woman who's ever been pregnant (and to me she is), all smiles and belly rubs, and she tells me to come over for a second, because the baby is starting to get active.

This hyper-activity seems to be happening more when Superwife isn't moving, maybe because baby hasn't had enough daily non-consensual gymnastics yet. So I sit down with her, and lay my ear on the swell of her stomach near her belly button. Usually what I hear when doing this is a sort of thick sloshing sound, like a laundry tub full of applesauce or something. This time, I hear those same noises and then from out of nowhere I get this spectacular boot to the side of the head!

"Did you feel something?" Superwife asks.

And like Sulu after being asked if he should report Praxis exploding, she gets an "Are you kidding?" right back.

I think that little baby was trying to make sure I knew it was coming, just in case I've gotten complacent in the last few months. And maybe I have.

But after that littlest of soccer strikes, I have the sudden urge to get the nursery painted, attempt to put that crib together (thx Kevin), and otherwise get my ass in gear.

I wonder if every impending father looks forward to this as much as I am. I'm even (and sure I'll regret saying this later) looking forward to the real kicking that'll start when baby's free of that confining womb.

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