You know what’s really strange about this week?
I was in San Diego at 22 weeks pregnant with Kenton! Crazy, right?
Since my Grandpa made an appearance in that shot, he amused me again and is making another appearance this time around.
Something I distinctly remember about the 22 week mark last time – that’s when I first saw a kick. When my belly physically changed and “jumped” with a baby kick. Jason saw it too. This time, the baby’s movements are not strong enough to see yet. That may be because my placenta is along the front wall of my belly (behind my belly button) or we have a calmer second child. We’ll see!
For now, the babe, bump and I are off to the beach!