My tummy doesn't gurgle anymore, it squeals and brrrrraps with such great volume that it sounds like I've got a baby velociraptor trapped inside. I'm not sure why belly sounds change from the usual hunger/digestive growls to something akin to an irate Gremlin with a megaphone, but ladylike they are not. One of the most amusing things about my antenatal yoga classes is hearing the same noises emanating from the bellies of my classmates during the relaxation portion. It's always good to know that you're not alone in your pregnancy weirdness.
Speaking of my tummy, my bellybutton has now gone...weird. There's no other way to describe it. It hasn't popped, but it doesn't really resemble a bellybutton anymore. It looks more like a squashed bit of raw pizza dough that's partially risen, but still has some indication of an indentation in the middle. My hands and feet are now so puffy that both my wedding band and engagement ring are now worn on a chain around my neck, and even my comfy, sensible Rockport mules are a tight fit. My joints are starting to really ache now too, which I suppose is also from the fluid retention. In fact, now that I think about it, my hands and feet look remarkably doughy at the moment.
Here's a recent picture of me - what do you think?: