It was some time in July that Finn ran out of room in the womb to do any of those fancy flipping around tricks. He found his favourite position and didn't change it up too much. His head was pressed firmly on my cervix (the pressure was intense), and he was curled up around my back, with his legs kicking on the front right side of my belly most often. I still hold my hand over that spot where he kicked most, and I can remember.
I imagine that inside me he was curled up like this, left hand up, right arm crossed. He was in this position almost every time I looked at him.