Sci-Fi films are baaad

We're in our 31st week and Quinn has begun to kick quite regularly. While I love the movements and assurances that she is OK, it freaks me out that there is a living creature in my belly!
And yeah, I said it: creature.
Last night, for instance, Derek was touching my stomach and she moved to meet his hand. They communed for about a couple of minutes until I freaked out about the weirdness of it all.
I blame this on science fiction movies... Take the last Alien vs. Predator film in which the darn aliens invade a maternity ward. So did not need to see that one - thanks, Derek.
Still, I love her movements, big and small, and love knowing she will soon be out and about in this great big world of ours.