11w2d. Bunlet! Holy Fucking Shit.
12w. Still alive.
14w2d. Bunlet insists on me eating doughnuts. I obey.
17w5d. I believe I am visibly WITH CHILD, about two weeks sooner than last time.
Bunlet at 19w: Mama, I’m sleepy.
29w. Squirmy, feisty, loveable fetus.
32w5d. This fetus seems to have more than the usual complement of elbows.
37w5d. Just because I’m taking fewer pictures doesn’t mean I love you less, Bunlet.
39w. ETBunletA: Five days!
39w4d. Bunlet’s last day in utero.
1w1d. Look at the size of that average-sized baby!
3w2d. Bunlet must surely weigh a million pounds by now.