Tomorrow we might find out if I'm a boy or a girl.
I'm kind of nervous. It's a big day.

I've been kicking more, and getting stronger. Mommy seems to worry a lot, but I think it's just because she's starting to love me.
Or maybe she's just a worry wart.

Week 17

The internet says I measure about 4.4 to 4.8 inches from crown to rump and have doubled in weight in the last two weeks to about 3.5 ounces. I'm beginning to form fat, helping my heat production and metabolism. My lungs are beginning to exhale amniotic fluid, and my circulatory and urinary systems are working. Hair on head, eyebrows and eyelashes is filling in.

An exciting time, no?
Mommy's been having more symptoms, too. Seems to want to eat more Taco Bell, which is tasty but probably not best for me in large quantities. Achy joints. Her ankles are swelling just a bit, and she got lightheaded the other day at a grocery store and had to lie down. She forgets to eat, usually because she's running after Ivan, and that just doesn't work out well. I need food!

Just like Ivan, I seem to be particularly active in court, doing flips and contortions and kicks.

Our next picture-viewing session is in a few weeks, and they should be able to see my gender then. Mommy kind of leans toward thinking I'm a girl, for no real reason. Daddy thinks I'm a boy, just based on Watson family statistics.

Kick, kick, KICK!

I kicked mommy, and this time both mommy and daddy noticed! I thought that might have been his hand pushing on the belly, so I gave it a couple of good solid kicks. He said "hey, I felt that." Hooray!

Mommy seems to be having a harder time moving around now, has to sit down and take rests.
Ivan blows me very, very sloppy loud kisses on the belly, and said "HI BABY"
He gave the belly a hug yesterday.
I can't wait to play with him.