This week, our baby is the size of a lima bean. Or, as I saw on one website, a gummy bear.
It is really weird to have your growing embryo constantly compared to food in relation to size. How can you ever eat that food again without kind of thinking that it's like eating your baby when it was XWeeks and XDays old?
A friend of ours said that at the first ultrasound for his daughter, she looked just like a gummy bear, and now he can't eat them anymore. I totally sympathize!
And I also feel like a freak. Because when I eat gummy bears (or any other food shaped like an animal), I methodically eat one body part at a time.
Arm. Arm. Leg. Leg. Head. Head. Body. (If chocolate bunny? Insert tail between 2nd leg and head.)
I'm like some sort of demented candy cannibal. And now I will always have to think about it in terms of baby body parts?
My all-fucking-day sickness seems to have subsided. Sort of. I am still exhausted, but I don't feel sick all the time. I only feel like I am going to vomit about three times a day for about 15-20 minutes at a time. It's worse in the car. It's an improvement, right?
Of course, I wouldn't be a stellar infertile if I didn't start to freak out a little at the abrupt disappearance of the all-fucking-day sickness. I am really nervous now to go to my first OB appointment tomorrow. Because I have this fear that the pretty little embryo I saw in my ute just last week will be replaced with an image of a big hand flipping me the bird with a message underneath: SUCK IT, FAILURE! And the heartbeat being replaced with a repeating, "Wah, wah, wahhhhhh."
Hopefully, we will go tomorrow and get another great view of our sweet, little cupcake.
And then on Sunday? I'm meeting a friend for cupcakes at this awesome cupcake place: Main Street Cupcakes.
I'll try to block out the vision of eating my embryo.