Week 15 in Mommy's Belly

Oh Family and Friends of mine, please, won't you please, leave some comments for me. I love to know what you think of my journey. I know some of you read, not all, but some. I am grateful to those that have left messages and I truly enjoed reading your many praises. But it's kind of lonely in here. I love Mommy and Daddy, I do. But I need someone else to talk to. They talk to me a lot, especially Mommy, but I want to hear what other people have to say.

But more about Week 15 . Sunday was New Year's Day. Mommy and Daddy went out to dinner where I refused to eat. Which I think may have ruined Mommy's appetite a little. Later, at home, we all watched (well, I listened) a Doctor Who marathon. That was one of Daddy's favorite shows to watch with Pa as a kid. It sounds like a fascinating show. There's always these wars going on between the doctor and some alien. And he's always rescuing the same girl (who Mommy calls stupid), Rose.

Anyway, before the countdown to the New Year Mommy fell asleep because she took her vitamin too early and got sick. But she woke just in time to say 5!...4!...3!...2!...1! and to kiss Daddy. It was weird spanning two years from inside Mommy's belly, but at least I know I'm in a safe place away from that Times Square crowd I hear so much about.