I don't know what it is, but as soon as I walk in to the supermarket, he goes mad! I can't decide if it is the sound of my heels walking on the hard floor or the general mish mash of general supermarket noises, but he suddenly turns into a kung-fu artist / dancer / footballer. Its quite uncomfortable actually and I am walking around clutching my bump with a frown on my face. I must look terrible, like I'm about to go into labour or something. By the time I leave the store, I feel totally bruised and battered on the inside! I might have to get the DH to go on his own from now on.