My first Christmas

Here is a picture of my first Christmas...uh...I mean a picture of my parents at my first Christmas... just before I "head out" of here!

Dang! It's dark in here!!

I've decided to start sort of a "here's my life" record. My dad seems to think it's a good idea for him and mom, so I think I'll do it too.
I hope you enjoy me sharing all about me and if you don't, well, just go back to my dad's blog and leave this one to my Grandparents!

Dig right in!!


This is the first picture of my whole life. I am about 6 weeks old.
(My parents insist on calling me peanut, it's embarrassing!)




I'm about 16 weeks old here. (What the heck is this peanut business about?!)




Here I am, about 18 weeks.
At this photo shoot, the word of the day was VOGUE!
They liked my still shots from 6 and 16 weeks so they decided to give me this once in a lifetime opportunity! I was so excited to show off my new form!!
How do you like my back side shot?



So, yesterday was my 19th week inside this water balloon and earlier this week my mom was freaking out about feeling me move for the first time. HELLO!! I’ve been moving for like 18 weeks!! And today my parents stopped calling me “Peanut” and started calling me “Reagan”. (I think they were taking pictures of my privates…) Perverts!!




23 weeks is bringing a new challenge, I’m getting a bit crowded but I’m cool.




Here is my latest portrait at 32 ½ weeks. The guy taking my picture said something about how chubby my cheeks are… I don’t think that’s funny. You don’t make comments like that about a young girl. (I don’t think they knew I could hear them)
I think I may have a complex…
Does my butt look big?




Here I am from the outside. I’m about 38 weeks and I can barely move now.



It's hard to enjoy too much when your knees are up your nose and my balloon keeps SQUEEEEEZING the life out of me! That is no fun right now considering there is NO WHERE for me to go. I also keep getting my toes caught in these bars and I can't figure out why mom squirms so much when I stick my toes in between them, as if I have anywhere else to put my feet! I can feel my head getting squeezed too. It's sort of stuck in this dark tunnel and I'm afraid of how my head is going to be affected if I leave it here too much longer. I’m thinking about getting out of this place. This tunnel seems to keep going and it looks like the only way out…Believe me I’ve tried every which way! I’m a bit nervous about my coming trip though, it seems like it’s going to be a REALLY tight squeeze.
Oh well. I’ll let you know as soon as I decide to make my trip and where I end up at the end of the tunnel.