Congratulations. Today marks your 11 weeks of-a-cookin' day! That means you are no longer a gummy embryo and have blossomed into a thriving fetus. Good job little one, way to hang in there.
It's your lucky day because you have finally earned your official gestation name. I contemplated numerous names, such as french fry, string bean and George Washington. Nothing seemed to fit other than my very own lima bean. Plus, I learned my lesson by naming your brother the tator tot, and I gained weight like I ate tator tot's every damn meal. You can see why I didn't want to jinx myself once again by naming you french fry.
As of 11 weeks, the most critical stage of development is over! Wheeeeew! What a relief. Good job developing little one. Let the rapid growth stage begin. You are measuring 1.5 inches from your crown to rump. You’re about the size of a fig and Mama’s uterus is about the size of a grape fruit. Grape Fruit, I would like to introduce you to Lima Bean. You guys have fun getting to know each other and I better not hear any legume/fruit arguments you hear?
Love, Your Mama