Last night I was applying anti-stretch cream on my wife's tummy again, but not before I said 'Hello' to Baby. It probably woke her up, so she started moving in Mummy's tummy. Mummy always wanted me to feel the baby kick, but I never had the chance to feel clearly. Last night, she placed my hand on her tummy, then I said to Baby, "Kick, Baby!" And she did!
After the tummy rub, we went to sleep, but Mummy said Baby keeps kicking inside her. Then I remembered I didn't read 'bedtime stories' to Baby, so I just blabbered nonsense - anyway, babies don't understand what we say. Apparently it helps and she hibernated.
Just one of those definitive paternal moments that makes pregnancy beautiful.
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