Late! Again! (Kind of like how this whole thing got started... BADUM-ching!) Anyway, I’m actually 22.5 weeks now. That means baby boy is as long as a spaghetti squash. Or, a little under a foot. Is it just me, or does this feel like a real leap in produce from the lowly carrot?
In size-of-me news, this is the week when the whole world realized I am pregnant. (Probably because I have a critter the size of a spaghetti squash living inside me.) But it’s totally swell that people are catching on, since I’ve already known for quite some time.
Among the things I heard on a single day earlier this week:
“Whoa, you are SO pregnant! When did that happen!!!????!!!”
“This would be the right size for your baby-to-be.”
“No doubt about it anymore -- you’re pregnant!”
“Would you like to sit down?”
“Hey! You’re gonna have a baby!”
Yes, I’ve gone public:
Incidentally, this is also the week that I gave myself bangs, but no one seemed to notice that.
Number of people who have touched my belly: 12
Number of people who have felt the baby kick (not including me and Jasper): 2
Number of matching outfits Jasper and the baby own: 1
Baby’s most active times of day: 4:30-6:30 AM, 9:30 AM-noon, 2:00 PM, 6:00 PM, 9:00-10:00 PM
Baby’s favorite beverage: Navarro Gewürtztraminer grape juice (finally! something he gets from me!)
Photo of spaghetti squash: Baby Center