They say that the dad often feels "left out" during a pregnancy, since all the action is taking place in the mom's body. While I can see how a dad wouldn't feel nearly as connected as a mom, I must say that I don't feel "left out," per se. That said, it is awfully cool when I can feel the little guy kick.
It happened for the first time a little over a week ago. I put my palm across the bottom of the baby bump and felt... something. Was it a foot? Was it a hand? A head? Who knows. But, it was definite and real. But, then it was gone.
More than a week passed before I got to feel him again. Theresa thinks I'm going to have a calming influence on him after he's born, because every time I rush to put my palm on her belly, he stops kicking. But, not last night. Last night as we lie in bed, I was able to reach across and feel him doing what must have been some type of Bill Bojangles routine. I felt probably a half-dozen or more kicks in a short span before he settled into whatever new position he found himself.
It was only then that I realized how much more "connected" to him Theresa must be. She can feel the little bugger everyday. Of course, she has to suffer the negatives along with the positives. So, I'm not suggesting we switch places or anything. But, I do envy her just a touch. Hopefully I can attend another tap dance recital soon.
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