The Elusive Due Date

I had my first doctor's appointment today. Result: Due date August 11. This is of course preliminary based solely on the date of my last period (which is probably inaccurate, since I can't remember what day today is) and the size of my uterus. This visit involved lots of poking and prodding, which was not exactly pleasant, and was similar to a regular annual exam with an added needle prick and lots of bleeding into various test tubes. Fear not, however, the first sonogram is coming up in two weeks.

In case you're keeping count (I know I am), this puts me at six weeks and four days, well into the seventh week. Developmentally my baby is still an embryo and is the size of a blueberry. Its vertebrae will begin to form next week, and its heart will develop outside its chest. (Did you know that? I sure as heck didn't....shows how ignorant I am of prenatal anatomy.) The limb buds have already started to form. Isn't that crazy?

Well enough of the gory details. Today I was certain I was in the the twilight zone all day. From malfunctioning computers to ignorant people I work with, it seemed everything I touched somehow exploded into a fiery ball of ridiculous nonsense. This was also the worst day of nausea so far. I think I worried my coworkers when I declared something incomprehensible as I ran out the door for the ladies' room. Then again, most of what I say at work is incomprehensible, so maybe they're used to it. Needless to say I was overjoyed (not that anyone could tell) when 5 o'clock it was. I ended the day by crashing a caroling party at Ruby's house and trying desperately to hold down crawfish chowder and 2 pieces of unneeded pizza as I drove home with one taillight. You know, that doesn't sound as poetic as One Headlight.