Here's the baby bump, in all its glory!
Or lack thereof.
If I didn't hear the heartbeat, see the ultrasound, and feel the little bean twirling around this week, then I would still assume babies are delivered by storks.
Which reminds me of my birth plan I've been discussing with my midwife.
Au naturel, my friends.
Yelling at Daniel for drugs and storks is inevitable.
Unless he's passed out.
We might need to perform a mock delivery with a Cabbage Patch doll and some ketchup.
Just keeping it real.
Moving on from that image.
Bump growth should be occurring soon, and not just after I eat a pulled pork sandwich.
Until then, Baby Bean is probably hiding behind my bladder or something.
At least that's what it feels like, after bathroom visit #17 on any given day.
P.S. What do you guys think: Boy or Girl? We find out next week!