15 weeks

So, Baby Mork is now 15 weeks old. Apparently, S/he is the size of an apple. A big honeycrisp apple or a little golden delicious? Well, I don't know. But I like apples, so this is a fun week. Baby Mork can now hear us talking, so we are supposed to talk her/him or read it books. And, it can sense light- so if I were to shine a flashlight on my belly, the baby would squirm away from it. Crazy!

  Last week, we went to Atlanta for Thanksgiving to visit Ryan's grandpa Art- who just turned 90, and his aunt Lori and Uncle Rob. I got to meet all of these fun people for the first time. Josh, Claire, Bruce, Heidi, Ryan and I all went and had a good time exploring Atlanta and hanging out with family. And Baby Mork got to take his/her first trip to Atlanta. I now have my appetite back and could enjoy all of the good food for Thanksgiving.

 People seem to think someone has kidnapped me when they hear me order at restaurants. I ordered a reuben a few weeks ago and Josh said, "Who are you?" And I ordered a real hamburger at Red Robin and my mom was shocked! But, I guess this baby wants its meat (iron) and fat. So, I let it dictate my choices. Whatever sounds good! 

 Not much else to report. Oh, except that I can no longer button up my jeans, so I have graduated to wearing the belly band over them, and leaving them un-buttoned so I can breathe. It is fun to finally be showing. I added some pictures to show the bump during the last few weeks. The one up top is in Atlanta. I think Ryan's belly beats mine!

 We will find out the gender of the baby in early January, so we are anxiously awaiting that!