For Me? You Shouldn't Have...

But I'll take it!

Last Saturday, like several Saturdays in the future (wink), I was surrounded by ladies. They call it a 'baby shower', but I didn't feel any cleaner afterwards. In fact, there were a lot of people trying to put their hand on mom's tummy, which just happens to be my current home, thank you very much. I have a feeling if they could've gotten to my cheeks, there would've been some pinching. But I'm not complaining...there was free food.

And the presents...oh, the presents. All for little ol' me. It's a little embarrassing: I mean, I'm just a product of an ancient reproduction process. I am adorable, of course, but it's a bad precedent to shower (oh, that's where it comes from) a person with gifts for just existing before he even enters your world. Don't you think? The poor dog never gets anything and he's been around longer than me. Oh, I've been handed a note from the Tall Man: the dog never gets anything because he destroys anything he comes into contact with. He also says getting things for free is a perk of being a Fox, so I should get used to it.

Now, I'm just a baby, so I don't know what all the gizmos and gadgets that I got are supposed to do. But, there's a lot of toys, along with a lot of things with Foxes, Cardinals and Missouri Tigers on them. M-I-Z! And, that's just what I can see out of mom's viewfinder. I included a picture of it from my point of view. Enjoy! Because I still have T-minus 7 weeks (?!) before I can enjoy it.

Burrowing For the Winter

First of all, mom went to the doctor today and all appears to be well with my development, so that's awesome. I'm really getting my sea-legs. I've done several laps around pool usually after mom eats so I work off the nutrients I'm being given. I'm told moving around the womb is great for your abs and your quads...whatever those are. As active as I am, though, the large man still can't feel me kick/move at all. I can't help but laugh because I can hear him bumbling around outside. Soon enough, dude, soon enough.

Secondly, this Blog really gets results. Remember how I told you my parents were being lazy when it came to my outside home? Well, I must've lit a fire because all of sudden: we have a crib and changing table! Not only that, but the clutter is gone. There are a few photos included. Shout out to my cousins Will and Max for parting with their goodies. Now, if we can just get some sweet decorations in there. Anything but letters - they what? Why would they do that when I clearly can't read?

Parents just don't understand. 

Changing Table

                                                               

Crib

Hurry Up and Wait

With just four short months until my due date, my parents are totally slacking. They say I'm lazy because I just sit here and turn every few minutes, but if I'm so lazy, how is that I'm in the 60th percentile?! I'm kidding, I know size doesn't matter...

They're the lazy ones. My 'nursery' is nothing but a spare room with spare parts still in it. The Large Man had his friend, the Smaller Man, finally help him move the bigger furniture out of my room. But, it still doesn't look like a place where I wanna hang out. I included a picture below...pathetic.

Speaking of the Large Man, he and my mom have narrowed MY name down to a few choices. I still don't get a say, but at least they have been testing the names out when they talk to Mom's stomach. I'm not going to ruin the surprise here, because I was threatened with circumcision. How would I even let them know my disapproval. Fidget? They think that's cute. I would spit up, but I think at this point that ends up worse for me than either of them.

Anywho, I'm going to get some more of my 14 hours a day of sleep. Jealous? Check you during the third trimester.

                                                                    My Corner :(