Well, I’ve made it this far, though it’s been a bitch to be honest. There was violent all day long nausea (whoever termed it morning sickness is on my black list), then spontaneous vomiting, which I’m not sure is really over yet, and though the all day nausea is gone, having the ability to smell a large fraction of what dogs can smell out in the world is threatening my ability to keep food down when I go outside.
The little squatter has been working his/her way through most of the food categories in terms of size. It started out as a poppy seed, then a sesame seed, then it was a lentil, then a blueberry, then a raspberry, then an olive, then a prune, then a plum, and now here we are, and it’s about the size of a peach. A small peach mind you.
Here’s yesterday’s sonogram. To my great relief, he’s human. Everything is normal, and true to form on my side of the gene pool, his head is bigger than average for his average size body. I haven’t tooled around wordpress so I don’t know why it’s so small, but if you click on it you’ll see a large version. You may notice the 5 digits of the left hand above the stomach in one of the pictures. Afif maintains that the squatter was either holding a martini with extra olives or giving the sonogram technician the finger because she was trying to get him to move (which he clearly wasn’t interested in doing, so the latter is the more likely version of events). The white thing you sometimes see under his chin is the heart in mid-beat.