We appear to be moving away from fruit comparisons as at 22 weeks, I am being compared to a spaghetti squash at about 1 pound. At this point, I look more or less like a miniature newborn with lips, eyelids, and eyebrows. Although my eyes have formed, my irises still do not have pigment (though I think there is a good chance they will turn out to be brown like my dad's - those seem to be dominant in his family).
Mom and dad are having a garage sale this weekend in an effort to sell some household items and make more room for me. My nursery is almost completely empty with the exception of a pile of baby items they have begun to collect. Since my crib bedding was just delivered this week, I think mom and dad will soon be able to pick wall colors (they've already started looking and have a healthy stack of samples to go through).
I continue to move around as often as I can in here. It's funny because no matter how many times I kick my mom, she still giggles. She seems to really enjoy this pregnancy thing!

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