For some reason, I have always been convinced that I would bypass all of the unpleasantness of pregnancy: I would have luscious hair and glowing skin from day one, I would never experience morning sickness, and my birth would be orgasmic. I was wrong. With morning sickness, I am sure I don't look as radiant as I would have hoped, so I am holding out for one out of three predictions. (I'll let you know how that goes.) I'm not really sick yet, but feeling like I can't eat anything sure isn't fun. The plus side, I guess, is that my nose has become quite talented as discerning smells. The unfortunate side to this super power is that most of these smells are bad.
My changes are nothing compared to that of the baby, who we can no longer refer to as "our poppy seed" because it is now "our Rice Crispy." The embreyo now has a heart (that is beating, but that we can't hear), a liver, kidneys, a neural tube, and the beginning buds of arms and legs. Pretty impressive for something the size of a piece of cereal.
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