Boot

While a neurosurgeon, astronaut, or hockey player are still the top 3 professions for our young Barnabas, I think football kicker will be a close number 4. According to Kristen, he's got the jimmy legs, constantly pounding the inside of her uterus with ferocious leg whips, which she's felt for the past several weeks.

Along with Kristen, the only other member of the household to feel the kicks was one of our cats, Georgia. Georgia--precious, tiny, whiny--loves to sleep on Kristen's stomach, which features the comforting warmth and roundness that she doesn't seem to get from my stomach (unfortunately I'm neither at the right temperature nor do I feature the proper guttural arc, although I'm working on the latter).

Last night, however, I was able to feel him kicking for the first time, a swift blow to the right of Kristen's tummy button, and let me tell you, it was a very exciting thing. Not as exciting as finding out Kristen was pregnant or that we were having a boy or the Giants winning the Super Bowl, but pretty darn exciting.

Now I just have to figure out if they make infant sized football cleats.