Yesterday, for the first time, I felt the Sprout kick. Leah has been reporting kicking for a couple of weeks but, since the kid is only 7 inches long, it does not have very big feet. Hard to detect very tiny kicking.

The kicking is very exciting, as you might imagine. I like to imagine that the Sprout has become annoyed about something - perhaps something related to the dinner it had just been vicariously served - and decided to make its feelings known. While this behavior will not be accepted in my house once the Sprout emerges and gets a real name, for now it seems like a very good sign.

Perhaps all of us ought to be kicking each other more.