The Sea of Love

Late last night while Conrad was out, I turned on some music and started swaying in rhythm. I had read somewhere that a baby at my baby's stage (24 weeks gestation) can hear, and is even capable of understanding rhythm patterns. So we listened to Robert Plant's rendition of "Sea of Love" over and over. I danced and swayed in my empty house, holding my baby belly and singing along to the words, hoping there might be some way his little spirit might understand them. "Come with me my love to the sea, the sea of love. I wanna tell you how much I love you." He held on tight and didn't move as long as either the music was playing or my body was swaying, or both. If I stopped dancing, or if the music stopped, he would kick hard, as if asking for more. Or to tell me he hears how much I love him. Though I don't know how capable my baby is of higher thought at this point, I like to think we savored that little moment together.

Robert Plant's Sea of Love, in case you want to listen.