It is 25 weeks, my friends, and the New Kid is the size of a rutabaga. I have seen his kicks from the outside, though no one else has yet, and if I don't eat something every 10 minutes or so, he definitely lets me know about it. Other than feeling ungainly and congested, I am doing really well! Spring has arrived, the flowers are in bloom, and I can wear dresses! I am just a hair away from the Batman book, and that seems far more accurate to me than hitting it at 18 weeks.