And now we are more than half way. The obstinant child loves to kick me like crazy, except when Daddy asks it to. Last night, Mike crouched down with his lips on my belly and told the babybean "c'mon, kick me! I know you're in there!" I think he was hoping to get a kick in response to repetitions of the question "Who's your Daddy?" but that didn't work either. He finally caved and told it, "OK, you're young, so I'll give you a hint -- I'm your Daddy." Still no response. Of course, the second he stepped away, I got a big one. I told him it was a delayed reaction.