My favorite fetus (Awesome-o), my niece (AKA Mother Of Awesome-o or “MOA-o”), and Awesome-o’s paternal unit have returned from Paris, which, by the way, turns out to be quite nice, and have sent new pre-baby pix. (You comparison and contrast freaks may want to check out Awesome-o Sends Greetings)
Awesome-o, in a display of DHGuy-like precocity, appears to already be going through “a difficult phase” (I view it as a rehearsal of sorts for adolescence). As MOA-o writes,
While I dislike correcting the mother of my namesake in this public forum, I must point out that, based on my clinical experience, the maneuver MOA-o erroneously identifies as a gymnast or a contortionist doing the splits is actually the end-result of a traditional (squared toed, straight ahead, low risk, highly compensated) kicker executing a modestly overextended but otherwise perfect followthrough. (See illustration below)
Awesome-o and MOA-o appear to be doing well. (There was, of course, no word on the health of the Poppa. Come to think of it, there was no mention of the wellbeing of Awesome-o’s favorite granduncle.) Anticipating a potential no room in the inn scenario, the doctor has procured a tentative spot on the December 29 schedule for a c-section.
In the meantime, I’m told that “There is an exercise I [MOA-a] intend to work on that can promote movement and will hopefully encourage our baby to flip.”
Well, if that’s what you kids are calling it these days
Footnotes
- It appears that Julie’s writing skills DNA may be shared by her niece, portending the day when I am again demoted to “Second Best Writer In The Family.”↩
