Hey Ma! What Am I? A Table?

Tonight I decided to take a nice relaxing bath. Dave had just purchased me a bath pillow so that I would have one when we go to the hospital for birth. I have decided that the bath will be a comfortable place to get through some of those contractions.
Anyway, back to the story. So I decide, what could make this bath better? Well, some strawberries, melted chocolate and a book. I filled up the water and unfortunately, our tub is not very deep, so when I get in, nearly my entire preggo belly sticks out of the water. Normally, this is a bummer, but tonight I had a small glass plate with 6 strawberries, accompanied by a tiny glass bowl with melted chocolate in it on top of the plate. Perfect, I set it on my stomach and it balanced perfectly like it was on a table. Not wobbly at all. I was pretty psyched that I had found a use for my monstrous belly.
About two strawberries in, I was in a state of calm and relaxation when I suddenly heard a loud clanking noise. I looked down and Schumpert was kicking so hard that the glass plate against the glass bowl was clanking like there was an earthquake. Three of the strawberries rolled off the plate into the bath water. Really Schumpert, Really?!?!?
He continued to kick until I took the plate off my belly. I finished my snack by holding the plate in my hands, but when it was empty, I put the plate back on my stomach to see what would happen. Sure enough, it was wobbling around like crazy as he kicked. I guess he's just not down with being used like a table. I don't see why not? He is using me like I am his entire bedroom, the least he can do is sit still for a few minutes and act as a table. Aw well, it is what it is.