Four Weeks:
Big Guy: Hey, I think you are starting to get a pooch already.
K: Nope. That’s just a turkey baby.
Five Weeks:
K: My left boob is more sensitive than my right.
Big Guy: Do you think it is going to catch up with Righty?
K: One can only hope.
Six Weeks:
Big Guy: I think you have pregnancy morning breath.
K: Oh, I know. I can taste it. It is awful.
BG: Smells like mothballs.
K: Yep.
Seven Weeks:
K: I cried while watching the Ellen Show. Justin Bieber was singing a cappella.
M: You must be pregnant.
Eight Weeks:
Big Guy: Omygod! Your boobs are huge. I just wanna do the motor boat.
K: NO.
Source:
http://returntogobaby.com/2012/12/29/snippets/