Yesterday, I was sitting at my desk at work listening to my favorite channel on Pandora Radio. An all time favorite came on, so I cranked it up a bit and started humming along to "Ain't No Mountain High Enough." All of a sudden, out of nowhere, for the very first time ever, I felt a giant KICK come from my belly. And it wasn't just one kick. Clark spent the entire four minutes doing music acrobatics in my belly and I felt every single movement. It was wierd/amazing/never experienced anything like it before (obviously) and I loved it.
When the song ended, so did the movement. Clark was only dancing to the music, apparently. I kept poking my belly trying to get him to respond, but got nothing. The child loves good music, what can I say.
Short message to Aaron: You keep your terrible, awful, painful music away from our child. You hear me? If I ever see him headbanging to Journey, James Taylor, or the Beatles, I will know what happened.