It's 11 days until I am due to be born. From the muffled mumblings I hear around me, everyone is excited and ready for that day to come.

Mom and Dad have been taking all kinds of classes and workshops to get ready for me, so they can keep me fed and clean and dry and safe. They have already installed my carseat and have packed their bags for the hospital.

I'm not sure when I'll decide to pop on out and join you all, but for now I'm pretty happy to be where I am. Still having fun squirming around and poking Mom so she never forgets I am in here. And I get lots of kisses and snuggling from Daddy. Sometimes we play a game where I kick his hand and he pushes back and chases me around Mom's tummy.

The midwife says I am growing just right and as long as Mom lays off the ice cream, I'll be small and slippery on my birthday. That news makes everyone happy.