A fetus (pronounced /ˈfiːtəs/; also spelled foetus, fœtus, faetus, or fætus, see below) is a developing mammal or other viviparous vertebrate after the embryonic stage and before birth.
In humans, the fetal stage of prenatal development starts at the beginning of the 11th week in gestational age, which is the 9th week after fertilization.
The word fetus (plural fetuses) is from the Latin fētus (“offspring”, “bringing forth”, “hatching of young”). It has Indo-European roots related to sucking or suckling, from the Aryan prefix bheu-, meaning "To come into being".
Fœtus or foetus is the British, Irish and Commonwealth spelling, which has been in use since at least 1594. It arose as a hypercorrection based on an incorrect etymology (i.e. due to insufficient knowledge of Latin) that may have originated with an error by Saint Isidore of Seville, in AD 620. This spelling is the most common in most Commonwealth nations (except in medical literature, where its use is barred). The etymologically correct original spelling, fetus is used in Canada and the United States. In addition, fetus is now the standard English spelling throughout the world in medical journals. The spelling "faetus" was used historically.
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Set over the course of a weekend tournament for chess software programmers thirty-some years ago, Computer Chess transports viewers to a nostalgic moment when the contest between technology and the human spirit seemed a little more up for grabs. We get to know the eccentric geniuses possessed of the vision to teach a metal box to defeat man, literally, at his own game, laying the groundwork for artificial intelligence as we know it and will come to know it in the future.
Keywords: 1980s, african-american, algorithm, allergic-to-cats, allergy, applause, bar, black-american, black-and-white-segues-into-color, bread
An artificially intelligent comedy from the director of Funny Ha Ha and Mutual Appreciation.
Plot
The coming of age summer-camp saga of four best friends who hate each other.
Keywords: 1980s, baseball, best-friend, boy, bunk-bed, bunkhouse, cabin, camp, camp-counselor, canoe
Childhood. Without Parole.
Mitch - Casper: I feel like a rainbow.
Non ero ancora nato
che già sentivo il cuore
che la mia vita
nasceva senza amore
mi trascinavo adagio
dentro il corpo umano
già per le vene
verso il mio destino.
Yeah
I want all my niggas to come journey with me
My name is Nas, and the year is 1973
Beginning of me, therefore I could see
Through my belly button window who I am...
I existed in a womb, just like an abyss
Came straight from spirit land, my hands balled in a fist
Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her cervix
Twitching cause I'm nervous
Thought my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take on a name, my pops chose for me
Bloodstream full of indo
Developing eyes looking out my belly button window
My father's face wears a frown
And I'm wondering if they even want me around
Cause I'll go back to spirit town
So I could rest longer before I come back down
The chute again, in the near future when
My moms and pops can agree on this
Was here before but my moms saw her gynocologist
He dumped me off, first they want me then turn around and they dont
You got a 120 days do what you want
But as for me coming back this be my last time
Abort me, keep me, give me away, make up ya mind
I shot my way out my mom dukes
I shot my way out my mom dukes
They must wanna keep me, cause 4 months past and I'm still alive
Guess I got what you call an ill-will to survive
When I look hard the lights is killing my eyes
I know when moms is laying down cause I get bored and start to get live
Move side to side hear loud music and vibe
All black babies are born with rhythm thats no lie
Solar energize, mineralize food through my mothers tube
I'm covered in this thick layer of goo
Month two was the least most comfortable
My umbilical cord choking me
But month 3 was closer, see
Thats when pops took moms to see the doc at the clinic
But I was saved cause he changed his mind in the last minute
Watching 'em yell, heard my moms voice well
Feared fist fights, so terrified when we fell
While they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall
I wondered if I am born will I be safe at all
This place they call the world though my view was so large
Couldn't wait to get up, grow up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 went by, hoping I'm born in July
But the Lord already figured out a date and time
Septemeber 14th, 73
Get ready world, doctors in the front waiting for me
Arms open cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gonna stop
See how the goverment will start re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a week over due, the labor induced
Pops told my moms to push and take deep breaths too
Said stay calm, holding her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out
Everything blurry, my first breath screams out
Tears pouring down my pops face he's so proud
Wanted to hold me, but I was so bloody
They washed me off and he said "At least that nigga aint ugly!"
Placed me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my mother
Finally, I got to see who held me in her body
She loved me,and I plan to over through the devil
Y'all bout to see this world in trouble
I think of you floating in there
And not a shred of thought or care
Of where you’re from or will be
Swimming inside the stomach of my baby
Little fetus went to meet us With your first swallow of air
Hollow lungs sucking on all of the world’s despair
I fiend for more, I fiend for the core
All on my back down and down in that sound
I found it beneath the junk
Just a punk who sunk in too deep
I weep for me, for everyone who is and will never be
Hey yeah yeah
Never gave, got much, consider or thought
I fought that grip that you never caught
But the soul of something I couldn’t help but feel
It’s real as the rain that wets as fresh as the fur on our pets
You’re the only God and I believe in portion
And I’ll kill you easy one, abortion
Foundation of my strife life, kiss me like a knife
Am I dead now, God am I dead now?
Yeah, yeah, yeah…
I think of you floating in there
And not a shred of thought or care
Of where you’re from or where you will be
Swimming inside the stomach of my baby
Little fetus went to meet us You were born in my headEvery time I hear my fear
Every tear my sad eye will drip
Every drop that runs past my lip
For every thought occurred That your death now benefits me
How could it benefit me?
Spread your mind the fish feed
Don't ignore my speech my
Heart bleeds
Make yourself the perfect butt
Some passing thought, I don't know what
Don't remind me, I'll take
What I need to
Get back in case the door swings and
Don't forget to hide
Your mood rings
Fit to tie
I thought I knew good company
I'd like to be you
You're right behind me and
Mouth all I read
Don't remind me, I'll take
What I need to
You're right behind me and
Mouth all I read