The Mighty Baby

Archive for June, 2007

Hi Dad, Father, Baba, Daddy, MightyGeek, that guy:

Happy Birthday! I can’t wait to bust out of this womb to finally meet you. I hear your voice everyday, telling me that you love me. (And not to turn out crazy like mom, but I think I sense humor in that remark.) Can’t wait to be cradled in your arms, feel the love that you have for me, laugh at your kookiness, and in turn, I hope to charm you with my cuteness and wit. And score free toys and whatever I want. I have a feeling mom will play the role of bad cop, but you, I sense that you are a bit less uptight. Like you, I’m already crafting a plan and thinking a few steps ahead…

So, Happy Birthday and see you in a few months. I love you!

xoxo – Baby G

Mom had her doctor’s appointment the other day. We took the glucose test. Y’know, the drink isn’t too bad. Kinda tasted like Gatorade Fierce Melon. But we just found out today that the numbers were a little high, so it’s back to the waiting room for the 3 hour test. Hope we pass this next one.

We also passed the weigh-in before the big fight/wrestling match. Cutting bagels out of the diet apparently worked. She didn’t get scolded for being a fatty this time — weight gain on target. Hooray!

There was a lady who was about to pop in the waiting room. She was huge and freaked Mom out! I didn’t think Mom knows what she’s in for over the next few weeks. I’m a-gonna grow grow grow and bust out of here. It’s been fun to kick around in the meantime. I can hear Mom and Dad marvel over the kicks. And when I’m not kicking, they worry that something is wrong and start dancing to make me wake up. Silly people, let me sleep!