What do I think?

So you ask me what do I think?  What do I think about this whole thing?  This place called earth?  Well it’s taking some time to get adjusted, for me and for you.  When I was in mom’s belly I was floating like I was in a pool, a small pool.  I didn’t fuss much, for food, to be changed.  Everything was taken care of for me.  Mom would eat and I’d let her know I’d eaten to with a few kicks and flips.  Now I have to start sucking on my hands, raising my voice to let you know I’m hungry.  In mom’s belly everything was muted.  Movement and sound were softer and duller.  Now I have to endure my dad putting and taking off clothes and diapers.  He’s decent at it, but sometimes I think he forgets I’m 8 lbs and he’s 188.  My little fingers have trouble guiding themselves through sleeves.  In moms belly no one messed with my attire.  I am enjoying being on the outside.  I’m enjoying entertaining my parents with my cute gestures and coos.  So you asked what I think and I’ve been sitting here with my index finger touching my lip in deep thought.  I think this whole thing is pretty amazing.  I’m enjoying myself.