Size: So, you’re not going to grow to be as big as an orange this week. I got it muddled-up. My uterus will be as big as an orange by next week. Which makes sense, if you are a bit bigger than a big grape, that you have enough room to float around in.
Foetus/Embryo: and you’re also apparently not a foetus yet, you’re still officially classed as an embryo. So I’ve had that all wrong too. I think by next week a bunch more of your organs have developed so that you will be a foetus. Or maybe its that your hands and arms can reach more. Who knows. Obviously not me. The gist of it is that you’re still getting bigger. As expected.
General Confusion and Discombobulation: I have lost my marbles. I am now addicted to frosty fruits (an icypole with a pineappley kinda flavour), which I am buying by the boxful from the supermarket, and are about the only thing I can focus on for more than 5 minutes at a time. I put my inability to grasp and recall the simple facts of your development (as above) down to this diminished mental capacity. I think its possibly a good thing that I work in a male-dominated industry with all male bosses etc – they couldn’t possibly imagine how much my brain has turned to mush in such a short period of time. I’m going to have to come up with some better avoidance / hiding techniques in the short term though. Today I just called in sick. Couldn’t face another day and felt a bit off-colour. Figured I was better off not there. But seriously. I can’t even remember a phone number when looking it up in my address book long enough to dial it. Scary stuff. Adds a new dimension to the difficulty of the exams I am soon to face. Ce la vie.
Yours in muddle-headed-ness (do I sound like paddington bear?) see you in 216 days or so.