Dancing Queen
I’ve been feeling baby Signe kick for a few weeks now. Long enough that I’ve been able to learn her patterns. For instance, she seems to really like it when I work out and when I eat. And I could set my watch to her 2:00 p.m. dance routine.
This morning, I got up and went to the gym. Usually on those mornings, she is kicking me by the time I’m out of the shower. If I haven’t felt her by then, it’s a sure bet I’ll feel her moving around a few minutes after I get into the car. But not today. Today, she was quiet and still.
Until I got to the Terwilliger Curves about fifteen minutes into my commute. My NPR reception sometimes gets choppy there, as it did this morning. Adam Corolla was still at commercial, so I switched it over to Movin’ 107.5. Will Smith’s “Miami” was playing so I turned it up a bit (what can I say? it’s a catchy tune.) And wouldn’t you know it, that’s when my daughter decided to bust a move.
With the newfound knowledge that Signe now reacts to music, I expect GTB to begin a steady stream of Guided by Voices and My Morning Jacket pointed at my belly no later than, say, tonight.