The Tadpole #5

Introducing 'Fetie' and my new trick.
After discussions with husband-and-father-to-be, we decided that, now that The Tadpole has arms, legs, fingers, toes and a vaguely humanoid form, it's no longer appropriate to refer to it as 'The Tadpole'. Fair enough. So I asked the big fella for some suggestions for a new name, and he came up with 'Fetie', because it's short for 'Fetus' (or if you prefer, 'Foetus'). Please keep in mind that my usually-quite-creative lifelong partner had just finished a long and arduous study session, and the better part of his imagination was burnt out trying to visualise the correct pediatric dose of adrenaline for anaphylaxis and trying to concoct a mnemonic for the adverse effects of glycerine trinitrate. It's probably a moot point anyway, because the Very Exciting 19-and-a-half-week ultrasound is scheduled for this Saturday, after which we will probably be able to provide It with a gender-specific working title. Yay!

But enough of such trivia, and on to the serious stuff. On the weekend I discovered that if I have a big meal and then lean backwards, my belly-button pops out.