Calming Influence

There are many things that fall into the role of father, but not a lot of those occur during the pregnancy. In fact, I'm now pretty sure that my only job is to make sure that Mama isn't pissed off.

Well, in church two weeks ago, Steven went into his semi-daily ritual of kicking the living hell out of Bonnie. (On a side note, how she hasn't had a rib broken yet is somewhat amazing and I'm somewhat disappointed that the youngster has not come through on that one…there's still seven weeks, so anything's possible). His kicks were pretty violent, so violent that you could send them bouncing through her dress.

At this point, I decided it was time for Dad to come to the rescue – placing my hand on Bonnie's belly and VOILA! The kicking stopped.

We have now determined that I have a calming influence on the lil Stevie. I can only hope that stays the same over the next 40 years (that would mean I would be 70, which would be a major upset) as a calming factor in his life.

Seven weeks til his arrival…I guess it only gets more interesting from here.