Everyone's kicked a goal!

Just a quick one tonight as it's a bit late and I've got a bit of a headache, although despite this I'm still finding it difficult to draw myself away from the computer. Addiction comes in many flavours...and this one's Geek-Toy Flavoured.

Right, the big news is that tonight, for the first time, I felt our baby kicking ! :)

For those of you who came in late, I myself am not actually having a baby. My wife is. What with her being the female of the couple, and with us being sticklers for some old fashioned traditions, we felt it best that she carry our child.

So we were sitting there just before dinner, slouched in front of Australian Idol (no, I don't watch it, I just know all their names and reckon Bobby from last night did a great version of Under The Milky Way. In no way am I at the point where I must touch the poster of the finalists precisely 24 times a day. That's way too many. I think 10 times a day is more than enough).

Mrs M yelled out to me as I was up at the fridge to come and feel our little girl, who had obviously started the night time play session. I put my hand on her tummy, expecting to not feel anything as usual, and then BOP! There was a huge kick, or punch, or headbutt or something. Really quite violent, she is. Gets it from her mother, I'm sure.

We were both pretty ecstatic with this little bit of action. Nice and assuring to get this sort of thing between visits to the obstetrician.

Ok, off to bed.

cheers,
Macca