When I remember the book Alexander sweated so much not to make me read, days have passed.
I'm constantly sitting on the couch with a mountain of pillows behind my back. The baby has started moving.
Sometimes, my stomach trembles as the baby changes position. It's funny, and I always burst out laughing when I notice it.
Alexander observes my face with a pout, wondering whether to walk to me or not. In the end, he hasn't yet asked to touch my stomach while the baby moves.
However, he talks to it every night before sleep while I stare at him dumbfounded. If I didn't dream how he wanted to touch my womb but didn't have the courage to ask, I wouldn't be this inclined to let him act like an idiot.
The baby can't hear him: why is he so insistent? Isn't it better to talk later, after it's born?
