The day after we found out Heather was pregnant, we ordered chinese food. These are the fortunes we obtained:

Truer words have never been spoken.

Apparently, Cletus doesn't like my twisted sense of humor. My April Fools joke, while fooling and offending many a friend and family, apparently was twice as offensive to him, as he's been ignoring me since he started growing in Heather's belly.

He kicks for Heather all the time. He squirms, he wiggles, he freaks out. But when I come around, he hides, refusing to perform for me. Every time Heather feels something she beckons for me to rush into the room and feel it myself. She's even seen her belly kick up when he does. I always rush into the room, thinking, "This time, he'll say hi to me." And every single time without fail, he stops moving the second I feel Heather's belly.

He totally hates me. I guess its good he's getting that whole paternal resentment thing started early.

Also, Heather went to the doctor and things are still going smoothly.