These tips of my tongue…

This week major development is that fingerprints have started forming on my tiny fingertips, an act that my dad describes as the double F – me being forensible and hence fucked up.

My veins and organs are clearly visible through my still-thin skin, and my body is starting to catch up with my head — which makes up just a third of my body size now, that for my parents is not tangible proof for me being full of brines.

If I am a girl, I have more than 2 million eggs in my ovaries, a concept that is difficult to be smoothed and understood in my father’s head taking into account his freudianly perverted thoughts and hesitations how an unborn can be potential begetter of the even more unborn.

I am almost 3 inches long (the size of a medium shrimp – the comparison that makes my dad perplexed and distracted from his usual daily doings, in this case his confidence that the fruit analogy established just some two weeks ago would continue) and I weigh nearly an ounce, or in your world – a sip.

This is the last week of my first trimester, and now is the time when I get very close to my mom, in at least physical sense of it. I am making a temporary home, followed by my sober decision upon the pleasantness of the dwelling premises. And my nutritious reserves are just gaining in quantity, the prospect of enlarged boobs makes my old man happier and his eyes more enchanted. And we all hope that the doc will give us a green light to meet my friend Gene, her parents and my dad making a good business in the magical red drink town of K.

This is day number 92 and I am 13 weeks! I have 188 days or 27 weeks left, and I am 32.5% of the way there.

Reflexes

This is day number 84 and I am 12 weeks! The most dramatic development this week: reflexes.

My daddy says that reflexes make half of the man. He has provided me with numerous examples, among which: John Wayne and the ugly mother of the saloon, Bruce in the Dragon’s nest, Rene Iguita or even better Rinat Dasaev, just to name a few.

But I believe that my father is a most plastic example of it. He instantaneously jumps out of bed, more often than not injuring someone (himself at least) just upon a single, silky touch on his knee while sleeping. Then it takes him some hours, for certain things months to form a reaction, although mental. So far he has been a real tutor of how not to, and of love is free, he kisses me every morning and greets.

However, my reflexes are functioning, and the digestive tract is active and secreting bile - all to prepare me for life outside. In the parlance of my father, a world full of challenging choices, a world full of kebabs, veshalicas, sharskas, shopskas and alike, although I have no idea what they are.

Then, stem cells, the "mother cells" that will become heart, brain, liver, bone, blood, nerve, and immune cells, continue to differentiate to form my major organs. Although my brain continues to grow, the components now have the same structure they will have at birth. I guess that’s why my father stopped giving me algebraic equations every evening.

My fingers will soon begin to open and close, my toes will curl, my eye muscles will clench, and my mouth will make sucking movements, which for my dad can be of greatest social importance. Although I have no idea why, he continuously mentions something like complete metal jacket, or so?! As a proof of my reflective mobility these days stand the fact, that if my mom prods her abdomen, I will squirm in response, although she won't be able to feel it.

My intestines, which have grown so fast that they protrude into the umbilical cord, will start to move into my abdominal cavity about now, and my kidneys will begin excreting urine into my bladder, again my out-of-the-ordinary father claims that pissing is both gendered and salient a practice in a even more important behavior – beer drinking. Isn’t he moving too far?

Meanwhile, nerve cells are multiplying rapidly, and in my brain, synapses are forming furiously. Fuck! (my daddy’s words), I feel like a bloody Windows 1993 in the process of “podiganje”. My face looks unquestionably human: my eyes have moved from the sides to the front of my head, and my ears are right where they should be.

From crown to rump, I am now just over 5 cm long (about the size of a lime – again my idiot of father tells me that the fruit used for comparison is of crucial importance to some people and their drinking habits, and that its best friends are rum, brown sugar and mint; as if I know what they are) and weigh about 14 grams.

I have 196 days or 28 weeks left, and are 30.0% of the way there!

P.S. I learnt that Duran Duran have such song and I am eager to listen to it. My old man promised me a singing wakening up throughout the week, with the song. I hope he is not the worst singer now that I have what to listen with.

My friends out there

My friend Timon

This is my friend Timon with his mom Nastja.

Timon came to world 2 days ago, on August 14^th 2008, at 0:58, in Ljubljana. He is 56 cm long and weighs 3,78 kg.

I can hardly wait to meet him and his sister Eva in person and to play with them!

In Memoriam

Samantha T. Jones died yesterday, in her aquarium, home - in New Moment PR premises. It made me very, very, very sad…

Samantha was one of a kind turtle! She was always cheerful and friendly! She knew how to recognize a good person. Samantha was spreading love around…

I will miss her a lot…

I'm a star!

Totally forgot! I am a star!!! I was part of a music video, when I was a 4 weeks old embryo!

My mom and her friends from work recorded a song (the English cover of Nena's "99 Luftballons") and then they made a video for the song too. My mom sings, dances, but also plays drums in the video. And I am there too, although you can not see me yet :)

So here it is:

Stretching and kicking - like Bruce Lee

This is day number 78 and I am 11 weeks! I am now about 3.5 cm long head to bottom, which is about the size of a fig, and I am now almost fully formed. My hands will soon open and close into fists, tiny tooth buds are beginning to appear under my gums, and some of my bones are beginning to harden.

I am already busy kicking and stretching, and although I feel like Bruce Lee my tiny movements are so effortless they more look like water ballet than like karate! These movements will become more frequent as my body grows and becomes more developed and functional. However my mom won't feel my acrobatics for another month or two — nor will she notice the hiccupping that may be happening now that my diaphragm is forming.

My mom is feeling a bit more energetic now and she can even go buy a paper on her own! Her belly is starting to show more and she started to buy pregnancy clothes. Only the hormones are giving her a hard time, but all of it is for a good cause, right?

I have 202 days or 29 weeks left, and I am 27.9% of the way there.

10 weeks: Ready for a new hairstyle

Today we visited my physician, and he told my mom and dad that I am doing just fine. I am growing fast and developing well, as planned.

Though I am barely the size of a kumquat — 27 mm long, crown to bottom — and weigh around 4 grams, I have now completed the most critical portion of my development. This is the beginning of the so-called fetal period, a time when the tissues and organs in my body rapidly grow and mature.

I am swallowing fluid and kicking up a storm. Vital organs — including my kidneys, intestines, brain, and liver (now making red blood cells in place of the disappearing yolk sac) — are in place and starting to function, though they'll continue to develop throughout the pregnancy. They can be seen on my ultrasound picture, as well as my heart beats.

Tiny nails are forming on fingers and toes (no more webbing) and peach-fuzz hair beginning to grow on my tender skin. I am ready for a hairdresser and a French manicure (if I turn out to be a girl).

My limbs can bend now. My hands are flexed at the wrist and meet over my heart, and my feet may be long enough to meet in front of my body. The outline of my spine is clearly visible through translucent skin, and spinal nerves are beginning to stretch out from my spinal cord. I am forehead temporarily bulges with my developing brain and sit very high on my head, which measures half the length of my body.

This is day number 71 and I am 10 weeks! I have 209 days or 30 weeks left, and I am 25.4% of the way there.