apparently bean likes it, because he was kicking up a storm while adam read him cuban poetry in spanish last night. in fact, that was the first time adam was finally able to feel bean kicking. in weeks past, here's how things went down.
me: he just kicked. did you feel it?
him: i don't know.
me: there. did you feel that one?
him: i don't know.
you get the idea. last night, however, adam would ask me if bean kicked when he felt something.
i feel a little silly calling baby "bean" when he's more like a papaya right now, but that sounds even sillier.
we are heading into six months pregnant territory. it feels awesome.
