As of today, there are 100 days left - well, according to the countdown thingy. Flipper will ultimately decide how many days are left, but it would be nice if she gave notice or something - maybe a letter of intent.
She's really been moving around (or at least thumping my innards with her appendages); the other day, Steven was lying with his ear on my belly to see if he could hear her, since he hasn't been able to feel her; he thinks he's heard her tapping. Once, from my perspective, she kicked him in the head - he heard it, but didn't feel it - I still thought it was funny.