Good Morning (!) or not...?

Every morning I lay in bed and feel the baby doing somersaults in my stomach. As soon as my blood starts pumping in the morning, even before I open my eyes, the baby begins his/her morning routine. It makes me wonder what exactly I have on my hands here. Is this a me trait I'm feeling? -- Kicking and punching the world for interrupting my glorious sleep. Or an Eric trait? -- Dancing and singing at the joy of being alive and awake.

I wake up in the morning and I am groggy and grouchy at the thought of getting up and moving around. The last thing I want to do in the morning is move -- and this includes opening my eyes. I want quiet. I want dark. I want to snuggle my pillow and dream all day. I hate the mornings. Not even the smell of fresh coffee makes me want to get up and celebrate the early mornings.

Eric on the other hand is annoyingly excited about each and every morning. He gets up, turns on the lights and flings open the door of life with excitement . He runs around, places hard celebratory kisses on my head, smiles so big his lips seem to stretch off his face and he dances naked when he gets out of the shower. I hate it. It causes me to have violent thoughts about him.

So are the baby's early morning movements a protest of the early morning or an excitement to start the day? I'm hoping for a protest. I'd just love a baby that likes to sleep in on the weekends!