I don't know the science behind it, but our little guy has developed an ear for certain sounds.
Several times over the past few weeks, baby boy has had "quiet" days--I still feel him moving around in there, but he has days where he's pretty mellow. Mellow, that is, until his Daddy comes home and chats up my tummy--he finds my husband's deep voice appealing, and always moves around when he hears it. Even when we're surrounded by other voices, he responds to his Papa Bear's voice. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy, and I can see the thought bubble over my tummy: "lets chat, dad! Three kicks means yes, two means no."
Sitting in traffic this afternoon, I had the radio on and an old Beatles song, Love me Do, started to play. As if someone had switched his power on, the little guy started moving around, so quickly that it made me laugh. I'd never felt him move around that much save for the time I inhaled three waffles in quick secession, giving him a major sugar high from the syrup. When the song ended, he stopped. Once I got home, I experimented with the iPod. Hard Day's Night got him grooving. He didn't care much for The Backstreet Boys, Beyonce or Taylor Swift, but started back up when I played Saw Her Standing There.
At least he has good taste. My husband will be pleased.
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