Let's face it. There's a LOT I don't know, like what rain is or what Cheerios taste like or how it feels to have sand between my toes. I don't know what blankies are or the difference between a meow and a bark. I don't know what these legs will be used for or why I have fuzzy stuff growing on my head.
But in my short life, I have managed to pick up on at least a few things.
I know that I am, right now, about the size of a banana. Now, what a banana is... well that's another story. No idea. But my mom keeps telling people that I'm as long as one so I'm going to take her word for it. I also know that whatever it is, a banana is bigger than a sesame seed, a plum and a mango, all items she has used to refer to me in the 21 weeks since I've known her.
I know I like to do somersaults and kick my feet and bend my knees.
I know that sometimes I get hiccups.
I know I like to suck my thumb.
I know it's warm and cozy in here, even though it's starting to get a bit crowded. And I know that I'll be out "there" some time in mid-November.
I know my parents are silly. They laugh a lot. Sometimes they talk to me. More often they sing songs about me. Goofy songs.
And I know that they are very excited to meet me.
