Not So Fast!

***Update: No real change after the 39-week appt today. Although, the doctor did go ahead and schedule my exit for June 17th @ 5:30 in the morning. So, no matter what I'll be in your world in the next two weeks. -BF, 6/3***

So, two and a half weeks ago, Mom started going to weekly doctor's appointments. Her doctor, Dr, Welsh I believe, told her she was a "few caterpillars dilated" and "90-person E-Faced" or some such nonsense. This website explains better than I ever could. At any rate, this "doctor" told her that I would "be born" "any day now": I'm using air-quotes, you just can't see them.

Anywho, long story short...here we are after two more bogus appointments and I'm still safely nestled in Tummy Land. Why? Simple. I love messing with people. I may never come out. I may belong to the mailman. I may be a girl! I'm kidding of course. Girls are gross and I definitely belong to the Tall Man: you'll see when I come out. And it's not that I don't want to come out. But I want to be ready and I want my parents to be ready.

Coming out early would have meant I would've been a little under developed, mom would've had to miss the end of her school year, the tall man's vacation days would have been messed up and the dog would have been anxious. Then again, the dog always seems anxious. Besides, we need to give everybody time to guess my name, right? It's Beavis, cat's out of the bag.

Now, if you'll excuse me, the parents are trying to teach me my ABC's by watching the National Spelling Bee (Nerd Alert!). As you can see below, the dog has no interest in his ABC's.

One More Month!*

Johnny Cash once sang about Billy Joe getting restless on the farm. I feel Billy Joe's pain, even if I want to take my self to town, instead of my guns. I've been stewing in mom's juices for nine months and I'm ready to be done. The weather outside is starting to get warm, which makes my home downright toasty.

But enough about my current home...let's talk about my future home! All the showers have happened and I made out like a bandit. I believe I have just about everything I need and if I don't, the parents can pick it up at Target, which is fast becoming my favorite place ever. Yes sir, everything's working out Jim Dandy. I think my favorite gift was a stuffed fox named Cordy Roy from my aunt (not my aunt) Brittany. I included a picture of my new friend below. 

With my bachelor pad filling out nicely, I just need to break out of this place and Bob's your uncle! But will I have a name by then? Mom and the tall man are fairly certain (95% maybe) that they have the final name picked out but they're not telling anyone, not even the final choices. I just hope it helps me stand out. I don't want to be lost in the shuffle with every other Tom, Dick and Harry. I know a lot of you are wondering what my name is too. Well, I can't tell you, but I can give you clues. I have included a form of both my first and middle name in this blog somewhere. You can be a regular Perry Mason. 

*So the doctors say. A lot of my baby friends got out early for good behavior. You know: Luke, Parker, Owen, Chase.