"Still a boy!"

Greetings and salutations, followers of the Almighty Harrison,

It's been a frantic couple of weeks for your favorite foetus.

I've been pretty busy growing new bits and pieces and plumping out the other bits and pieces, and I'm happy to report that everything is in perfect working order.

My alleged parents took me to see another of these 'moving picture shows' that seem to be so popular with the outside world. It was called The Incredible Hulk and from what I could tell it involved a lot of shouting and trouser splitting (which is nothing new to father).


Interestingly, the film had a perculiar effect on me - I'm not sure if this was a normal growth spurt or a direct result of the on-screen gamma radiation - but I grew substantially the following evening. Mother was quite surprised, I can tell you.

During my latest routine check up, the doctor at the hospital was also surprised by my size, and ordered a fresh batch of portraits of me for her living room wall. During the ultrasound, the nice lady with the magic camera and warm gel pointed out the wispy hair on my head and my chubby cheeks. I must have got the hair from mother and the chubby cheeks from father. Here is the most recent image. I have added some guides to help you spot me...


It was during this modelling session that the nice lady proclaimed, "Still a boy!" when she glimpsed the package between my legs, before promptly fainting (presumably with delight). Now, I don't want to make a big fuss about my appendage, but let's just say you can buy one of these for $5 at Subway.

Father is still emotionally disturbed after attending a breast-feeding seminar with mother the other night. I for one picked up many interesting tips...

Here is a current picture of the state of bellyomom - mother has her head turned away as she didn't have any make up on. Father said "That's what photoshop's for."
He is still nursing his bruises.


Actually, I was wondering if one of you, my dear readers, could contact UNICEF for me, as my mother has already started putting me to work. I realise that father may have some quaint ideas about selling me into child slavery as soon as I reach five, but mother has gone too far, utilizing my skills before I'm even out of the womb - it's an outrage!



OK - I'm off to do some kicking and poking, speak to you again soon!

HJB.

P.S. I hope you appreciate the 31 week bum shot I have procured for you at the top right... seriously, I have no choice over these angles.