inside activities

There’s something in there, I can see it moving. And Sicily is right, if you poke her stomach the little monster does a dance.

It’s an incredibly hard thing to describe but holding my hand over Sicily’s stomach and feeling the little baby kick around is quite an experience. The other night there was a complete circus going on in there. Trapeze artists, dancing elephants, clowns with funny shoes and I swear, when I put my ear to the womb, it sounded like a brass band was playing and children were screaming with delight.

Maybe it’s a guy thing but sometimes I am amazed at how calm Sicily seems with all that ruckus inside her. This is the same person who doesn’t want to be in the same room with a weta incase it jumps on her, yet seems completely nonplussed to have something inside her feeding off her and rolling around. Sure it’s natural but so is a weta. Mind you, a weta isn’t as much fun to play with as trying to tickle the feet of our baby when it kicks against the walls.