Meet Blasty

On May 11, I diagnosed myself with a blastocyst.

Blasty has since developed far past the blastocyst stage, and is now a full blown fetus.
By some reliable accounts (and ultrasounds...), Blasty is over 10 inches long. We find that hard to believe, but I guess they crumple themselves up pretty good. Brings new meaning to the term fetal position. Well, actually not at all.

I am:

• surpised that I didn't experience any morning sickness, which was pretty lucky. Everything usually makes me feel like crap.
  
  
• not excercising enough or eating enough vegetables lately, although I am trying to get back on track.
  
  
• kind of avoiding friend get togethers, since I find it kind of annoying sitting there watching them all drink. Miss wine terribly. I also hate talking about my pregnancy with most people. I only feel comfortable talking about it with a couple of friends.
  
  
• exasperated that the baby room is still a heap of laundry. Plans to make it a nursery are sort of starting to take shape. It's just a matter of getting off my ass and making things happen. Not really my forté lately.
  
  
• feaked out, defensive, feeling unattractive, and a little bit excited.
  

Blasty is due on Friday, January 13. But as everyone has advised me, "it won't actually happen that day, you know". Everyone knows everything about my pregnancy. Everyone is sooo awesome.