Tito the fig

So, what's happening this week?  Well, Tito went being the size of a grape two weeks ago to being the size of a fig.  If you ask me, that's a lot of growing to do in fruit terms!  Tito is almost human and will soon be able to say amandla with a closed fist.  Ok, perhaps not quite saying it, although, of course, Tito is exceptionally clever with Tito's genes and all... but the hands will really soon be able to open and close in a fist (which, if we were to raise the kid violent, will leave you with the choice of a bitch slap or a butch punch...with no reference to Tito's sex what so ever!!)

 

We are also making teeth this week, hopefully molded on daddy's!  Unfortunately they will not be out already, no, the pain of that awaits us around my birthday next year (1 x sleep deprived 30th please.  without fries)...on the other hand, with reference to the breastfeeding thing, it is probably not the worst idea... they wait for your tities to toughen up before they take it to the next level...

 

Tito can also now do some Yoga, or water yoga to be precise, which is what mommy also hope to do in the next two weeks, provided that the temperatures in Stellenbosch lifts above subzero.  Otherwise, you know, that sore-tities-thing might come a lot sooner than she's expecting.

 

Other than that Tito is starting to hiccup too, which mommy is convinced is contagious, since she finds herself making the funniest of noises in the quitetest of moments.  Tito is now a whopping 4.5cm, clocking in at about 10g (which in salt terms, is a lot!!)

 

As far as mommy is concerned, she's able to stay awake until way after 9pm now, and she feels the energy levels rising (which is good, seeing that she's handing in her doctorate in 9 weeks...).  She had an energetic and a moody day all-in-one last week, which left her with a headache the next day, so she's dumping the moodiness.  In fact, mommy is ridding herself of any negative forces...she is even ignoring the article she read in a stupid magazine that having a copious amount of alcohol just before and just after conception increases the chance of a "haaslip" (harelip? Lapin, not hänchen...) baby...Oh, and as far as those scary stories are concerned, since Tito made the 10 week mark, the chances of Tito not meeting us in real life went from 15% to a mere 3%! 

 

So, shall we have a Killepitch on Tito for making it thus far?!

Tito this week (week 10)

Tito can now be a suspect of a crime since Tito has already got distinct fingerprints. Mom is doing just fine, bar the few moments the past weekend where she seriously had to consider whether she wants to risk eating. Mostly she's just a cow that basically "eats twice". It might be due to the fact that Tito started moving (can't feel it yet) or apparently is already amazed with its surroundings, trying to grab onto things and it might be grabbing my colon.
Tito has undergone a status change this week too: from embryo to fetus. It will, however, always be just Tito to us. We are also glad to report that Tito is now over the most critical stage in terms of development (from here on only 3% chance of miscarraige), and will from now on mostly grow - hopefully not the head, but the body, since the head is now about half its length (it must have mom's brains...), and need to have some of dad's charactaristics too.
Under the compeleted eyelids we are manufacturing eyes this week, and this is one thing mom hopes Tito will inherit from dad - those big brown eyes (the colour to be determined this week...)
I might also be switching on my placenta this week, so I will become a feeding scheme and a garbage disposal all in one...from now on I am therefore also a guilt-free nibbler, since I am officially "eating for two"!
If all is well, Tito will clock in 4 grams by the end of this week, and be 3.1 cm long...