But my strangest moment came when I was sitting and chatting with one daycare administrator and she answered a phone call. "Can I call you right back," she asked, "I'm with a parent." I still have a hard time wrapping my brain around the concept of Self and Parent at the same time.

We also discovered a new pastime this weekend-- sitting and watching my stomach move. It has to be one of the strangest sensations on earth. I am also feeling a little bit guilty because I know several moms who took the time to read to their babies in utero. I haven't really done this yet; I do talk to her sometimes. But, while sitting in the bathtub Saturday evening, I was tempted to read articles from the Skeptical Inquirer to her. Would that be terribly wrong?

Good luck with your search for daycare. I imagine it is incredibly stressful :-( (And a secret: I never read to Jake in utero, though I did play an inordinate amount of ska for him because he really seemed to like it.)

How do you know what they like? I can't tell whether lots of kicking means "yeah yeah yeah I like it" or "jeezus woman, this sucks, get me out of here."

Well, because I really like ska, I just took for granted that the kicking meant he loved it. Drew thought the idea of a skankin' baby was hysterical.

Jeff and I bought some books (and received some for my baby shower), and we've been reading him a story each night. It's SO much fun. Talking to your baby is a neat thing, too. Good luck with the daycare search! Yeah, I guess that I see the kicking and movement as a sign that he likes something! I *love* to watch my tummy move. It's surreal and SO exciting!