Emmitt

22 weeks.
We're football fans. On this week #22, you're Emmitt.
I'd say based on your brother and our genes, you've got better chance to be a 5' 9" running back than an over 6ft QB or receiver. And, you've got some great dancing genes from your great grandparents. Some even say mom and I have some moves ourselves. ; )

At 11 inches (the length of a spaghetti squash) and almost 1 pound, your baby is starting to look like a miniature newborn. His lips, eyelids, and eyebrows are becoming more distinct, and he's even developing tiny tooth buds beneath his gums. His eyes have formed, but his irises (the colored part of the eye) still lack pigment. If you could see inside your womb, you'd be able to spot the fine hair (lanugo) that covers his body and the deep wrinkles on his skin, which he'll sport until he adds a padding of fat to fill them in. Inside his belly, his pancreas — essential for the production of some important hormones — is developing steadily.

Squash reminds me of something that Darren says a lot. If I (try to) hold in my stomach, he says, "Don't squish my baby." It always makes me laugh.
Maybe I'll try something with spaghetti squash this week. I've always meant to try it. It says you're good year round. ; )

And speaking of round, we may need more frequent belly shots, as you can pretty much call me 'Lil Round' this week. ; ) I've already had to ditch 1 pair of pregger pants b/c they dug into you. I dig you, sweet boy, but don't want anything digging into you (or me either!) My belly button is flattening more every day.
And, earlier this week, I was unable to restrain a slight bit of air that escaped my body. Sorry, Lisa! Seriously, is that happening already? If you think it's TMI, then just consider it a warning. ; )

Thank you, thank you, Lord, for another day.