My tummy is moving!

A few nights ago before going to sleep, the baby was moving strongly enough that I could feel him from the outside. Not wanting to change position, I called to EB to ask him if he could come upstairs. I tried to sound nonchalant because I didn’t want him to think anything was wrong. But he knew exactly why I was calling him and ran up the stairs, taking 4 or 5 stairs at a time, almost breaking his toe in the process. By the time he got up there 39 seconds later, the baby wasn’t moving anymore. The next night, EB was lying next to me when the baby started moving (he likes to be active 11pm-midnight), and I took EB’s hand and put it on my belly, and sure enough he felt the baby move.  Happy daddy!  Last night and today I could see my tummy moving. It makes me laugh every time I see it. I was in a meeting at work and I felt him and looked down and saw my tummy moving and I had to keep myself from laughing (so I just had this huge grin instead). I’m sure the novelty will wear off, but it’s fun for now.

I’m not really sure what to call the baby these days, because although we have not settled on it for sure, we like the name Charlie (also the name of one of EB’s late grandfathers) and so I usually call him that because I like that better than Beanberg. But I’m afraid if I keep doing that then we’ll be locked in without having explicitly made that decision.  If he were a girl I’d probably still be calling him Jelly Bean.  I mentioned in a previous post how my dad referred to him as Smedley. My mom told me that this is what they called my oldest brother John when she was pregnant with him. I may just take to calling him that…