Hot Chip

The pregnancy books say that by your third trimester, the fetus has hearing capacity and recognize voices. I do actually feel bad for baby sometimes, because he has been privy to some boring conversations and sounds when you think about it. Baby's had to sit through my work presentations on best practices for software acquisitions, the horrible Matt Damon spy thriller I watched in entirety because the remote was across the room and I couldn't muster up the energy to change the channel (really, I swear, even though Matt Damon looks really good in a suit) and conversations with my midwife on how the baby is squishing my organs. So I like to try and mix it up and listen to a little bit cool music every day. I swear though, he has musical preferences. The verdict- indie rock. Especially Hot Chip. Every time I play Ready for the Floor by Hot Chip, he goes crazy. I have my hubby as a witness. I think this kid is pretty cool so far that he likes the Hot Chip and Ben & Jerry's Americone Dream.

Nice To Meet You Too

This past weekend, my husband and I attended a holiday BBQ hosted by his cousin's extended family that we've never met. Not five minutes after we arrived, a little kid about three years old came running up to me and gave me a huge bear hug. It was quite sweet really. His grandmother ran after him, and after introductions, explained to her grandson that I had a baby in my belly. He became very pensive, then put his hand on my belly and yelled "baby!" I told him that, yes there is a baby in there. He then proceeded to shove his hand between my legs, lifted up my dress in the process and yelled "baby!" again. Um, kid, baby is not ready to come out yet and meet the family. In fact, I just met these people and wasn't quite planning on the first thing for them to learn about me is what kind of underwear I wear.