Hooray! I've reached the ten week mark, which means I've graduated from "embryo" to "fetus."
[Cue "Pomp and Circumstance" graduation march music]
It also means most of the time for scary developmental defects to happen is behind me. Sure, things can still happen, but I'm getting more comfortable with the idea that I'm here to stay now.
I'm about the size of a strawberry now, somewhere between 1.25 and 1.5 inches. But next week I'm supposed to suddenly be the size of a large lime, so I have some growin' to do. Between that and all the neurons, no wonder my host is eating six meals a day and catching catnaps at every opportunity (in the parking garage; at the side of the road; on the magic couch; at the bike shop; in the middle of dinner parties).
Also, I have ankles and wrists now, and am starting to use them to kick and thrash around a bit. But I'm still so tiny that my host supposedly can't feel it. I sure try, though, and sometimes I think she knows I'm here.
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