She was always moving in circles.
First, they were slow and soothing, a gentle loop while ensconced in the darkness and the warm fluid surrounding her. All she had to do was push her head up a little, enough to throw her body off balance and into a spin. She kept it going by kicking her legs a little.
When the fluid became less, she realized she was trapped in a tight cocoon. If she tried to move, she became frightened due to the loss of warmth and comfort that she was once familiar with. So she stayed curled up as she grew.
One day, her whole world began to spin. It started off slow, reminiscent of the gentle turns she made herself. Then, absolute panic set in as her world began to spin faster and faster. She squeaked and squeaked, but no response occurred as she continued her ceaseless, out-of-control turning.
Just as quick as the disaster began, it stopped.