There is a tadpole in my tum
It keeps me wide awake
And when the midnight munchies come
I must its cravings slake
The tadpole (size of a banana, about - 6 inches long, anyway, not incl. legs) is a swimmer. Not as lively as I remember Linnea being, and it has yet to respond to music in the same way, but then, it's almost two weeks earlier than the time Linnea got rhythm, so that's not proof it's a different person yet.
It moves differently though. Fewer long slow movements, more series-es of jerky kicks and periods of stillness.
Linnea likes my tummy; she talks to it, says "Baby i Mummy tummy; nife a fat!" and strokes it. One day recently she tucked her head under my shirt as I sat on the armchair and listened to my tummy for ages. She said she was listening to the baby, but I rather suspect what she actually heard was shepherd's pie (with carrots and peas) and soya ice-cream.
I fele very very tired, and my sinuses are clearly pregnant, but I'm in general very well. I expect to feel a lot better as the spring becomes more than half-sprung.