Dear future little t_b_f,
You had your first photo taken today. You looked a little wierd, sort of like a big cashew, and your little heart was flickering wildly on the scratchy black-and-white monitor at 169 beats per minute -- perfectly normal, according to the photographernurse. She and the doctor disagreed on when you're arriving. The nurse said January 26, while the doctor said January 28. I told them the exact date wasn't important, and your mom and I would be ready before the last week of said month. So, by now you're almost into the 10th week of development. You've caused your mother to be quite sick, of late. You shouldn't do such a thing.
We've glanced at furniture for you, and wow, that stuff's expensive. Pops has gotta start saving if you're gonna have that nice bed your mother was eye-balling. I'll have to rely on the few sportswriters I know (slappy, HijeraHenry, djc [but we don't want you to go to Moo U], Ryan Sonner, et al) to get you that full-ride to play ball at The University. You know, I'll make sure they get your name in the paper at least twice each week during your high school years. Car seats and strollers were also a bit pricey -- well above 100 smackers each. We did find this interesting combo deal, however -- a car seat that attached to a stroller frame. It looked pretty cool, but I told your mother it looked like an awful lot of work. EVERY time you go somewhere, you'd have to strap-in/unstrap the car seat. Sounds like too much work to your lazy old man.
You take care of yourself, in there, and try not to make your mother so sick.
We'll check back with you in a few weeks,
Dad
