So my husband and I are trying our damnedest to get him to feel Jonah's (that's the baby's name, by the way) kicks from the outside. He's felt them around three times, but that was just a matter of really lucky timing. I've felt him more, and keep calling my husband over to quickly put his hand on my tummy, but the baby then immediately stops moving. So we're trying to find ways to make him kick. But nothing is working; he doesn't respond to sugar, cold liquids, caffeine, not even the Real Housewives of New Jersey. He moves when he wants to move, and this never seems to be for his father.
Earlier this evening, however, my husband came home and when he began to talk, the baby began to move. Who knows if the boy was really responding to my husband's voice; it could totally have been a coincidence. But this inspired us both and he began to talk to my belly in an effort to get the boy to kick. Still, nothing was happening. In a last ditch attempt, my husband put his mouth right up to my belly. I was lying on my left side; my husband spoke into my right side by my hip. And, for some reason, he felt that talking like Darth Vader was the way to finally reach the boy. "JONAAAAH...JONAAAAH...JONAAAAH" he said in a deep, deep voice. All of a sudden, I felt this really heavy sensation all along the left side of my belly, where it rested on the couch. I wondered what on earth it was at first. But then I realized: the poor boy had moved like lightening to get as far away from his father's booming voice as possible!
I started to laugh, and laugh, and laugh, while my husband walked around the living room saying, "I DID NOT do that! I DID NOT do that! That was NOT my fault!" He then went to talk to the cat instead, I guess to prove that he is not, in fact, a scary man.