We went apple picking this weekend. It was an amazing 70 degrees outside and the last chance to pick all different kinds of apple varieties (liberty and cortland we our favorites). It was also the first time that someone assumed I was pregnant. The wagon driver mentioned the bumpy wagon ride would be rough on the baby. I guess I officially look pregnant (I guess the horizontal stripes didn’t help much). I’m also starting to feel some things in there that might be eebe kicking around although it’s difficult to tell. They feel like the result of movement, not the movement itself. So who knows. The doc said I should feel movement in the next week or so.