i seemed to have grown quite a bit this week. it could have been my indulgence in banana bread, cupcakes, and berry crumb cake but i'm going to go ahead and blame it on the baby. i've heard people describe the moment when you finally look pregnant as popping and i guess this week i popped.
speaking of popping...saturday night after a yummy home cooked belgian meal i felt something like popcorn popping in my belly. a google search later and it turns out that the first movements feel like flutters, rumblings, or even gas. little baby i find it to be no coincidence that the first time i give you a taste of your papa's homeland you decide to make your presence felt by dancing a little jig in mama's tummy. i guess one thing is for sure, boy or girl, you will have no problem embracing your belgian heritage!
2 more days until we hopefully find out this little love bug's gender and i can hardly stand it.