I can lay on the couch and watch elbows and knees make their way across my belly. I get a little weepy thinking how badly I cannot wait to hold those little hands and feets that I feel either punching my cervix or kicking me in the ribs.
Baby boy knows his Daddy's voice and kicks and rolls in reponse to him. Do I even need to say more? Insert sound of heart-melting and double squee, here!