Nineteen weeks, the baby is 16cm or so from butt to brain, and I am actually starting to read the books (despite the childish cover designs). Priti is now unmistakably pregnant, even when swaddled against cold weather. Amusingly, the bump now means that she is unable to bend over to clip her toenails.
Definite flutterings: Priti can quite clearly feel the kicks, though I cannot from outside.
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