Pregnant Belly Theater

I've coined a term for the entertaining antics of my unborn son, who will apparently become a very talented gymnast some day: Pregnant Belly Theater. We watch, we marvel, we giggle, we poke just to see what he'll do. I find it highly entertaining, and am endlessly grateful that I am of a fairly large frame, and that he has plenty of room in there, even at 36 weeks, to be tumbling about like this. Who needs cable when one's abdomen looks like it's about to go all "Alien" on us at any moment?