This week we have more self-portraits. Mostly because I knew I wouldn't feel like staying in my dress clothes until Victor got home. I love my jammies. So, I'm 18 weeks this week and the baby is a sweet potato. Another not very pretty picture-poser! I'll work on it, don't worry all.
I think I felt the baby kick! It's such a nebulous thing this early that it's hard to tell. But I'm pretty sure I did. Not much else is new. No progress on the nursery. Probably no progress for several more weeks.
The baby is as long as my head is tall! Every time I see this picture I think of the Shell Silverstein poem "I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor." Don't ask me why.
I can still see my feet!
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