I've been trying to get across the whole "baby in belly==>going to rock your world when out of belly" concept to Jared in a not-too-scary way, and lately he's actually been into kissing and touching the belly, big step.
He's also into lifting up my shirt and pulling down my pants to see the belly in all its gloriousness, not so good. But then again this is the boy who thinks it's funny to stick his binky into his own diaper, so really he's not doing anything to me that he wouldn't do to himself.
So tonight, while rocking with him before bed, he lifted up my shirt and pointed at my belly and said "Tummy!". I say yep, that's my tummy. The next two things he did in quick succession:
#1: Point at my inner thigh and say "Tummy!" again. I guess that any large expanse of pasty white skin looks the same.
#2: Grab a fistfull of skin from my tummy and say "Hold tummy!" I hadn't realized until this point that you actually could grab the tummy in such a way. And here I thought I was having one of those "cute basketball-sized" pregnancies.
Ahhh.
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