According to Pregnancy Weekly:

Your baby is about one inch from crown to rump – or roughly the size of a strawberry. Weighing in at one gram, your baby is very active, although you can’t feel its movements yet. He or she now has all the major organs, muscles, and nerves; and a Doppler may be able to identify the heartbeat. While his or her testes or ovaries are formed, the external genitalia still appear sexless, which is why it is too early for an ultrasound to reveal its gender. Eyelids are beginning to form and the trunk is straightening and elongating, cartilage and bones are forming, the basic structures of the eyes are in place, and the tongue is beginning to develop. The fingers and thumb are visible, albeit short and webbed.

I figured it might be fun to keep you posted with what’s happening during fetal development a couple of times a week. I actually have a books that has a day-by-day account, and that one is even more fun.

I have to post something, because there’s really not much to report on my end, other than a never-ending feeling of mild nausea. I suppose I should be grateful that it’s not worse than it is… after all, I could be vomiting morning, noon and night like some women… it’s just kind of a mild, persistent off feeling, like a day or two after a bad cold passes.

I didn’t figure it would affect me too much— I do have a stomach of steel, after all, but it’s just enough to be irritating. I’m having a hard time staying focused and I don’t want to work (I didn’t check my email or touch my computer from Wednesday through Sunday, which is absolutely unheard of).

If I don’t eat something every couple of hours, I feel like I’m going to faint. It’s been hard for me to catch it in time, because I’ve always been one of those people who can go 12 hours between meals and still feel fine. THAT is definitely over. I have to eat almost as soon as I wake up or I’ll start feeling ill. I’ve taken to eating a piece of peanut butter toast in the morning, and a bowl of cereal a couple hours later. It’s just… weird.

Also, my sense of smell has become even more sensitive to the point of ridiculous. The other day I made some hashbrown dish and it was in the oven for 90 minutes. Within 60 seconds of me pulling it out of the oven, I told Brian to throw it outside on the back deck— I couldn’t stomach the smell of it.

I’m sleeping a lot, too… going to bed before 9 pm (bedtime before was midnight), and taking little catnaps here and there (also unheard of). Sheer exhaustion has been the worst pregnancy symptom, by far. I think most of that is the progesterone I’m taking. Thankfully I only have to take that for another 3 weeks.

Some of it may have to do with the blood pressure meds I’m taking, too, but they have dropped my b.p. down from 145/90 to 131/78. That’s a pretty impressive difference, so I think I’m going to suffer through and see what the next few weeks (and the second trimester) hold. I’m hopeful that all of this will pass by then.