Week 9

Let’s just say the pickle is a little girl.

I mean, could be, might just as easily be. We don’t know.

But if we were having a girl, by this week there would be little tiny baby ovaries developing in the fetus. Alas, gender speculation is provocative and unscientific rhetoric at this point, so allow me to go back and just compare the fetus to food some more.

By this week, our pickle is about the size of a small, fresh plum. Mmmm, tangy. At this time, for the first time, the argument that such comparisons are dehumanizing may be entertained, as we’re really starting to cook in the recognizably-human department. I’m talkin’ ears; I’m talkin’ nostrils; eyelids: we’re getting there… nipples? Hey, hey, hey! Just stay focused.

Before the ninth week, let’s be honest, it was hard to make the case for cuteness. But now, well, now the fetus has a neck. That’s right: a plum with a neck and nipples. Try telling me that’s not cute!