More news of the expanding Radzer

I have reason to believe that my inhabitant is kicking me. A few times a day, I get this kind of gentle tapping feeling (which is presumably a rather bigger deal for the tapper, who is allegedly around 11cm long this week). It's quite disconcerting - exciting, of course, but definitely disconcerting. (The fact that it started up the other night when I was listening to Bach's double violin concerto may indicate that this is a person of sound musical taste, but it may be coincidental.)

Hee! There it goes again! It read my mind!

Meanwhile, it appears that I have low blood pressure, which would account for some of the complete. fucking. exhaustion. from which I've been suffering lately. Last week was tough, and I got through it; this week I've had bugger all to do, and I've done even less than that. I'm extremely grateful to my housemates, who have put up with a lot of moping and whining from me in the last few days.

On the plus side, I finished cautiously knitting the back of a very small cardigan yesterday, and it hasn't noticeably exacerbated my tendonitis, which I was afraid of.

I'll have to curb one of my linguistic habits. I tend to refer to my gardening books as "garden porn", and my DIY books as "DIY porn", and niallm's D&D books as "gaming porn". But with baby books? Um. Not so witty.