On our way home from dinner last night I forced Jon to follow me on a quick detour into the local produce stand. No, I didn’t have a pregnancy craving, I simply wanted to take a picture with an orange. Totally normal, right?
Each week Jon and my parents ask me how big the baby is, in fruit terms of course. This week baby is as big as an orange. Not that anyone would ever be able to tell from my lack of baby bump.
I do have the teeny tiniest bump forming, but yea… still really nothing. And the bump watch continues.