This morning, my husband put his hand on my belly, and he marveled at the firmness there. I told him that’s what I’ve been doing for a couple of weeks now. The baby’s about the size of a bell pepper this week. And none of my old pants fit. My “in-between” pants are pretty much all too small, too. The maternity pants, however, still keep falling down. And from this week’s round of pictures, they also make it look like all my baby weight is being stored in the trunk, if you know what I mean. Which is totally not true. I’m not even sure I’ve actually gained any baby weight yet. We’ll find out next week, I guess.