So I’m looking through the Your Pregnancy Week By Week book and it’s pretty cool. Good info in there, and appropriate to the week (unlike some sites I’ve come across). What really got me was seeing the Week 6 drawing of the embryo and then beside it the “actual size” blip. Holy crap.

First of all, that doesn’t look even remotely human. Now I know where the whole alien idea came from. And that coupled with the size… okay. It’s a little freaky. It’s like I have a little maggot in there. (Gross, but seriously… does it not look like that??)

Then it gets bigger and it looks more like a hamster. Or an alien. Not sure. And it’s still a little freaky. I know I always read about people being weirded out by having a little alient growing in them, and I though, “Phaw. I’m well prepared.” Yeah, umm. It’s weirding me out. There is something growing in me, and it looks nothing like a pudgy, cute little baby.

And then at the back they have a neat little bullseye, showing 1cm dialated, 3cm, 5, 7, 10. Holy fuck 10cm is really fucking big. The book was laying open on my tummy and I’m trying to imagine my poor little cervix and vagina getting that big and I think I got a little faint.

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I mentioned to some friends that I’ve been smelling weird things, and one friend pointed out that it won’t get better. I mean, I can’t even say, “Wow this is WEIRD, I must be pregnant!” I could easily pass it off as the neighbors barbequing some really really pungent food… or having something very weird rotting in my sink drains (which, okay, isn’t too far fetched, it does get stinky). The weirdest one is one of my cupboards. I store my chai tea in there. And I KNOW I haven’t added or removed anything to/from that cupboard in months. And suddenly it REEKS. Mainly of chai, but there’s other flavors in there too. And it’s not a “mmm, chai tea” kind of smell either, it’s a really gross, strong chai in old wooden cupboard with garlic and other weird baking items smell. I now have to hold my breath every time I open that cupboard.

I’ve always had a crazy sensitive nose… a trait passed down from my dad.

Oh and don’t forget the moodswings. Or rather, the moodswing. It swing from Happy Natalie to Impatient Irritable OhMyGodYou’reATotalFuckingMoron Natalie… and it hasn’t swung back. Did I mention that today somewhat sucked as far as work was concerned? I’m feeling much better after hours of venting, some ice cream, and some baby registry shopping. But I’m really hoping tomorrow isn’t a repeat. I will get very cranky. (As if that’s hard.)