Eleven
"At eleven weeks, the foetus' head is nearly half of its total body size. It weighs approximately seven grams. Irises and fingernails are beginning formation. Nausea usually begins to ease around this time and most women begin to show. The heartbeat is audible by modern stethoscopes soon." Catherine wrinkled her nose behind the volume of the encyclopaedia. "Disgusting."
"It's not disgusting," sighed Fiona, sipping at her tea. "It only sounds that way when you describe it like something happening under a microscope. Have you felt it yet?"
Ann Marie shook her head, looking a bit sceptical at the drawings accompanying the text. Surely no human being ever looked like that... "Dr. Elsi said I likely won't until the fifth month. I'm hoping I'm with the majority that ends morning sickness soon."
"Hmm, says here unless your doctor says otherwise, you can have sex right up until the seventh month," mused Catherine, flipping the page. "And here I thought women only had children to keep their husbands away for nine months." She looked up to her blushing friend. "What? God, you're the only one who's obviously had it and you're the one embarrassed?"
Mycroft came home to one of his wife's friends waving a textbook at her and listing off anatomy. Before he was noticed, he slipped back out the door. As good a time as ever to go to the Diogenes Club.