And now a fetus

I was thinking of celebrating it in some way when our embryo would turn into a fetus, but as usual, things happened faster than we thought. Apparently, our embryo has turned into a fetus. Last week. And its future parents were totally unaware. For this, and for the shushi nights in Moscow, I'm pretty sure we will be blamed in the future.

Didn't we learn in school that the embryo turns into fetus after the third month? Dates doesn't seem to make any sense once you get into the "magic" pregnancy world. Either miracles are measured by a time scale that is not of this world, or the whole thing is evilly design in purpose to make things look way faster than they are. It is crazy, in the pregnancy world, the moment you take your pants off, you are already two weeks pregnant.

I learned this strange fact in the first visit to the doctor, when he told me I was seven weeks pregnant. Seven weeks?? The future father and I looked at each other, remembering two months of party nights, weddings, apple tobacco and Spanish wine. But... it is impossible. We are pretty sure when we ordered the child, and, believe me, seven weeks ago, it was not even in stock.

It starts counting from the last period, the doctor explained, so the future father and I looked each other again. Did you learn that in your school? and then, isn't that stupid? But, hey, pregnancy is not stupid, it is a miracle. Probably the child was already in the magic accounting books of the magic monkey that delivers the babies.

Pregnancy Symptons: No ginger, no homeopathy. Spanish food is the answer to morning sickness.
Mother instinct: Zero. Annoying baby in restaurant. At least fetuses are not so annoying