So Mom told Dad about me. He thought I was a joke! As if! I mean, Mom's kooky and kinda tough, but not cruel. I guess he had reason to wonder: Mom and Dad have been married 8 whole years! There must be something irresistible about me to make them ready for a kid now.
Dad cried, but was laughing, too. It was confusing, but good, I guess.
Mom mostly walks around, patting me gently throughout the day. Sometimes she stops whatever she's doing and stares into space, patting me and humming. I wish I knew what was going on in her head--I just know what's going on in her gut.
I'm growing a brain this week! That's why I can start telling you my story. Last week my face started to peek out of my head; I can't wait to see what I look like--did I inherit Mom's classic beauty or Dad's rugged handsomeness? Or will my chin be on my forehead and my nose on my chin? If I had fingers, I'd cross 'em.
But this week, I am ALL about my noggin! If I concentrate, I can whip up 100 new brain cells a minute. Sha-zam. Maybe if I have time this week, I'll work on my tongue and kidneys, too. I grow SO MUCH every day! How many people can say they are now 10,000 times bigger than they were seven weeks ago?
All this growing makes me tired. I sleep a lot. I think I make Mom sleepy, too. We cuddle a lot.
I also really like grape juice and hamburgers; tomatoes make me feel like jumping around. Mom spends a lot of time in the bathroom when I do that. I feel kinda bad about that, but maybe she'll get the message. I hate to play hardball, but she gets what she gets, ya know?
Thursday, September 10, 2009
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