I can't believe that I'm actually posting on the proper day this week! Amazing! So, yes, welcome to week 10 -- the last week of the embryonic period (next Wednesday we'll have an official fetus -- through embryo is a much more pleasant word than fetus).

Mr. or Ms. Peanut has now turned into Mr. or Ms. Plum. If you touch the tip of your thumb with the tip of the index finger on the same hand (make the OK! gesture), you'll get a circle in which the little thing would fit.

Not much has happened since I last wrote, though we have been busy doing some diapering research. I know it sounds a bit early for this sort of thing, but I'm glad that I've started to look because cloth diapering is this huge area that's totally confusing. Cotton, hemp, polyester, microfiber, fitted, flat, prefolded, all-in-one, one size fits all, pinned, velcro, snaps, buy, make, borrow, blah, blah, blah. Who knew that there were this many options? Though we have decided that Plum will not get anything other than breast milk until it's potty trained! Why, you ask? Because I had to change this diaper last week, and, well, it was awful. Imagine the following combination: morning sickness, baby's first few days eating sweet potatoes, lots of poop the consistency of greased peanut butter, said poop running from the baby's neck to the baby's feet, and you start to get the picture. I was hoping that maybe it smelled so bad because it wasn't my baby's poop, but I've been assured by this baby's parents that it's just as bad for them.

You might have noticed that we moved the yard stick down for the picture this week, so hopefully we'll start to see some movement along the way 'cause I'm definitely not losing weight!

And, finally, one of our other babies has also made it into this week's post: our cat Paden who is not going to be amused when my tummy is no longer available for sleeping. Perhaps, as the weeks go along, you'll get to meet the others: Potatoe, Sasha, and Bobo.