Mars 2140 or Bust

Right now my baby is the size of a kiwi. I’m pretty sure it’s still see-through, but it has all the equipment that it will need for it’s entire life. If it’s a girl baby it already has all the eggs it will ever have. So technically, my kid’s kid’s are also inhabiting my body at this moment. I’m a walking family tree. META. It’s strange and cool to think that the tiny clear fingers wading through my uterus right now are the same ones that will be playing backgammon on Mars in the year 2140.