I can’t believe this. How nuts is that?
Mom said it’s a very good thing. Apparently, at 34-weeks gestation, if I was born now, I’d be just fine. I’d probably spend a few extra days in the hospital, but otherwise, I’d be fine. Mom said I need to stay here, though, because my lungs need to mature a bit, and I’m still working on getting fatter. Hey, Mom! Meatloaf!
I can’t move in here at all. I can slide, punch, and kick, but that’s about all I can do. I’m already head-down, and I can’t see a thing unless I strain really hard. Then I can see some light. I’m opening and closing my eyes, just like a newborn, and sometimes Mom and I play hide-and-seek. Well, more like poke-and-prod.