Today, I'm 23 weeks and 1 day pregnant, and when he's all curled up in the fetal position (not all stretched out!), our baby boy is approximately the size of a large grapefruit. Let's just pretend that makes sense. (An anonymous commenter just suggested that the grapefruit is representing baby's weight—and that makes more sense to me.)
By now, Grapefruit can hear loud sounds, like cars honking and dogs barking. Coincidentally, Danny just taught Scooter how to "speak" a few weeks ago, and it's our favorite trick of the moment. I hope we haven't been annoying Little Man.
Also, Grapefruit's sense of movement is well developed now, and he can feel when I dance. I'm sure this means he can also feel when I'm on the elliptical, and I can't help but wonder if he hates that thing as much as I do.
No changes on the symptoms front. Still feeling happy and healthy—and so, so blessed.