Introductions

Hi there,

My name is Baby Cline.

I go by bebe (my mom calls me that. Well, my mom actually calls me lots of things, but mostly she calls me bebe). My mom and dad took me to the Doctor today and I was moving around so much, the Doctor could hardly take my picture! My mom thinks that maybe she'll call me Tiny Dancer. I know what I am, but no one else does yet. My mom and dad will find out at the Doctor soon enough, that is, if my mom quits eating apples and starts eating more chocolate. Otherwise, I’m not going to let her see. She’s making me kinda mad with all the healthy stuff she’s trying to eat. I know she doesn’t like cake, but I do, and I want a piece! Is it really that much to ask??

I bet when I do show my parents if I’m a boy or a girl, they will tell you. Neither one of them are very good at keeping secrets, but can you believe they’ve known about me since DECEMBER 1, and didn’t tell (very many of) you?!

So far, I haven’t made my mom very sick. Well, wait. There was the month of December. I mean, it wasn’t that bad. I just needed lots of her energy, so she took a nap. Every. Day. And then I made her hormones kinda crazy (at least that’s what my dad says), so she cried some and then laughed again the next minute, and then felt like she was going to be sick. I heard the Doctor tell her it was from the hormones. Man, I wish you could’ve seen her – she looked green some days!

I got to travel a lot over Christmas. My parents weren’t ready to tell the world about me, but because my mom looked green and napped a lot (see above paragraph), they had to tell my Nana when they were at her house. She would’ve known something was wrong with my mom. Not only was she feeling sick, she hardly ate anything. And when she did eat, it was just those crazy Granny Smith Apples. I guess she likes them. I heard her say something about the texture and tartness. She also doesn't really like meat right now, except for cheeseburgers. And she drinks A LOT of water.

My Doctor is pretty cool. He lets my mom and dad see me every time we go to his office. My mom is worried that something will happen to me, so he lets her see me and my heartbeat. I’m growing just like he wants me too, so I’ll be here around August 9th. My dad’s birthday is August 19th and he said something once about how cool it would be if we had the same birthday. I don’t know what happened after that, but I heard my dad say “OUCH”. I think my mom pushed him down the steps.

Well, I think that’s all for now. There’s more to talk about, but my mom has to pee (oh man, does she ever have to pee).