This week I’m 34 weeks old, and mom says that I’m the size of a butternut squash. Not only does she say that I’m the size of a squash, but she also says that I am probably almost five pounds. After reading this, mom said that five pounds doesn’t seem like a lot, but dad reminded her that my fur-sister Molly weighs just a little bit more than that–maybe I’m a bit bigger than she thought I was!
Mom has also started to say that carrying me around in her belly is taking a toll on her. Although I’m not sure what a toll means, I think that it has something to do with her being a lot more tired. She says that she can barely make it through the work day with her eyes open. But, I wonder, if her eyes are closed, how can she see where she’s going? I might not know a lot yet, but I do know that eyes are what we see with–I can actually now open and close my eyes in here. I don’t see a lot now, but I also know that will change when I come out. I can’t wait to see everything that’s going on on the outside!
I think that another part of the toll I’m taking is on her back. Mom keeps saying that as her belly grows, her back is getting more and more sore. She did go for a massage a couple weeks ago, but she says that any good that did has since been erased. I think that dad needs to take the hint and start giving her a nice massage at home. If only I could tell him…
Mom says that I am 33 weeks now and only have seven more weeks to go inside here! I can’t believe how fast time has flown and that I am going to be coming out soon. I’m so excited to finally get to meet mom and dad! Being 33 weeks means that I am getting really big to prepare myself for the arrival. In fact, this week, mom says that I am the size of a honeydew melon–you know, those yummy green melons that mom says are especially tasty now that it’s getting so hot out.
As I grow, I’m finding that I have less space in here. Now, when I try to move and kick, it seems that more often than not, I’m hitting something hard–I even sometimes hurt myself! I think that mom is really starting to feel my kicks, too. Sometimes I can feel her pushing back on me when I’m kicking. I’m not sure what she’s trying to do, but I like that we can communicate to each other this way.
I’ve also noticed that her, dad and even my fur-sister are starting to talk to me more and more. I like when they talk to me, it makes me feel like the transition between being in here and being out there will go much smoother. Although, I’m still not sure what my fur-sister is going to think of me on the outside. I’m going to try my best to be good to her, but I keep hearing mom and dad warning her that soon she isn’t going to be the only baby anymore, so she’ll have to learn to share the love. I can’t wait to meet and play with her!
Besides mom and dad, someone else who is always seems to be around is my fur-sister. I’m not really sure what her name is, since mom and dad call her a whole bunch of different things: Molly, Missy, Little Miss—even baby! But wait, isn’t that my name? Can there be two of us? If we have the same name, does it mean that she lived in here before I did? And if she did, does that mean that my name will change when I come out, too? I guess I’ll just have to wait and see!
One thing I do know about her is that she sure does makes a lot of noise. But, the way she talks sounds a lot different than mom and dad! I can hear her saying “meow, meow, meow” a lot, but I don’t really understand what she means. Maybe I’ll sound like that too when I come out, and will finally understand what she’s saying? For now, I sure hope that mom and dad can understand her, because she
always seems that she wants something!
Although I’m pretty excited to meet her, I’m also a little worried. Right now, she likes to sit on mom
‘s belly, which can sometimes squeeze me a little bit. But that’s not the biggest problem…she likes to do something on mom’s belly called kneading. I’m not sure what that looks like on the outside, but on the inside, I sometimes have to duck and dive to make sure I don’t get whacked in the head! Is she going to knead me, whack me in the head and push me around when I come out, too? And just how big is she? Will I be able to knead her back? Oh, so many questions!