Kicked in the Face

No, Gerry, not “punched in the neck”.  This morning I was kicked in the face…

…by my unborn daughter.

The last two times I talked to her she started moving around, and then settled down when I stopped talking.  Today was the same.  I was talking to her, and she started kicking.  For some unknown reason I put the side of my face on Kelly, as if I would be able to hear the baby respond, which, of course, is silly.

Or maybe not. 

I didn’t hear a response, but I felt one — she kicked when my face was there and got me right in the cheek. 

Now don’t worry.  I’m OK.  It didn’t hurt because she’s only about 12 inches long and weighs about 2 pounds, but she might just be a soccer player if this is any sort of indication.  [:)]  Of course, I’d rather she be into baseball, but I guess I’ll leave it up to her.

I just think it’s amazing that, even before she is born, she knows who I am by my voice.  Kelly said she doesn’t do that for anyone else.

[:D]

By the way, regardless of what she says, Kelly’s belly button IS the microphone so that the baby can hear me.