So far, I’m just a fetus swimming around in my mom’s womb, but she keeps telling me that when I come out (whatever that means) I’m going to be a beautiful baby boy. I don’t know when I’m supposed to come out (or how), but mom seems nice, so it might be good to actually see her. There’s also a guy called dad that she talks to about me, so I suppose I should meet him, too. Oh, and they keep telling me about my fur-sister, Missy, but her voice sounds so much different than mom and dad that I’m not sure if I want to meet her or not. What does meow mean anyway?
My mom seems like a pretty cool lady. She works in marketing communications and does everything from creating websites to managing big (and sometimes stressful) projects to updating and monitoring social media. She and dad like to have fun, watching Toronto FC footy games, Toronto Blue Jays baseball and trying new food. Dad especially likes to drink fancy beers when they go out, which usually ends up making mom jealous. I don’t know why she won’t try them, because I know that I sure would! Mom also likes to do something called running…I’m not sure what it is, but I like the way it rocks me back and forth, usually making me fall asleep. When she does what she calls “step,” I don’t get a chance to sleep, but the bouncing also makes me feel good.
For now, I’m just hanging out, living my life, taking things one day at a time. We’ll see what happens when “I come out and meet the world.” I guess you’ll just have to keep coming back to find out!