So our little ticker up there tells me that we have made it to 25 weeks. That means Britt is about 14 inches long and the weight of an average rutabaga (somewhere between a pound and a half to two). He's putting on some baby fat and all those wrinkles in his skin are beginning to smooth out into that ever so soft baby skin. His hair now has color coming in (it actually grows in white first), and is taking on texture. He already has coarse hair like me and Matthew, or soft hair like Gary. He's making his kicks felt more and more each day.

On one hand I don't feel like we've been pregnant all that long and we are still three months away from his due date. Plenty of time right? Well that's until I realized that we are 15 weeks away, I'm practically in my 3rd trimester, and my belly button is completely seriously popped out. When did all of this happen?

Gary has been very interested to watch my belly button go from cavern to mountain. For a while it looked like a hill with a little moat around it, but sometime over the last two weeks it has made it to full fledged outie. Gary says it's like the button in the turkey, when it pops Britt is done. Let's hope he's not right on that one. Amazing how much things change so quickly.