Real baby bump

Finally!  It only took 3 days of eating French pastries to get me to pop, but it happened!

June 3, at 16 weeks along, in Stockholm. Not much of a bump.

June 27, at almost 20 weeks along, in Carcassone, with full-on pregnant lady stance and all!

 We ate too much in the land of croissants (the 3 main ingredients to all French cooking: butter, butter, and butter). And there were no vegetables anywhere! Then we spent a week in Italy, where I pigged out on pasta, pizza and gelato. Because, come on, it was Italy. I had no choice.
My belly is still pretty small, but at least it *looks* like there is a baby in there, not just too many macarons. He is now the size of a banana, which doesn't make a ton of sense, since last week at the half-way point, he was the size of a cantaloupe. Isn't a melon generally bigger than a banana?

The only picture of my actual belly, attempting to walk on the rocks in Antibes.

But better than being actually visibly pregnant is that I can finally feel the little guy kicking! I had a little wasabi at lunch today, and he went nuts! I don't know if that means he liked the spice or not, but it was still a nice feeling for me. Would it be considered fetal abuse to eat wasabi just because I like to feel him kick? Because I am seriously considering it.