Hi everybody! Seems like mom and dad have finally gotten around to finding a name for me. Whew, I was getting worried there because mom was starting to suggest things like "Susie". Doesn't she know that I'm gonna be a boy and what kinda name is that for a boy? Dad seemed to like "Max Power", which is only a little better than the alternative "Homer J. Simpson Bain". I'm going to have my work cut out for me with those two.
For those of you who are wondering, I'm doing okay. I like to open and close my eyes now but I have to tell you, there's not an awful lot to see in here [no offense mom]. My hands and feet are fun to play with but it's getting a little tight in here. I can't practice my kicks as much as I used to. I wish mom would stop worrying about the size of her belly and think about how it feels for me. I especially hate it when that big fat cat sits on top of me. You had better watch out hairball because when I get outta here I'm going to sit on you.
Mom seems to think I've been making a lot of "strange movements" recently. Geez mom, ya went to university, seen a bit of the world and ought to know a little something by now. Those "strange movements" are called hiccups. You've had them yourself so stop your complaining. It's no picnic for me either. And while we are on the subject, that round of sneezing you did yesterday is NEVER TO BE REPEATED. It scared me so much I almost....well, no need for the nice people to know about that just yet.
Anyway, tell my sisters that I'm ready to be spoiled rotten, umm...I mean I am really looking forward to tormenting them. No, that's not right either. Just tell them to keep mom and dad in line until I get there. Oh, and there is no need to fight about it. There will be plenty of stinky diapers for the both of you to change. I promise to save a few good ones for the grandparents too.
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