Creative pursuits have been temporarily put on hold, as the creation of baby Gummi Bear (so named by a nurse with an ultrasound wand) has become priority. A week ago found us in the ER for some not-uncommon-but-still-really-scary-for-us complication. I spent 48 hours mostly on bedrest, and then was upgraded to light activity by my doctor two days later, who also reassured us regarding what was going on. I don't feel very good most of the time, I can't pick up Stinky, or many other things, and I'm frustrated by this. WBH is home for this week on mid-winter vacation, and I'm grateful for that.
In the ER, Stinky was a real trooper. He was doted on and flirted with by all the nurses (who might have just been happy he wasn't a drug addict or homeless person looking for a warm place, if we're being honest), and at the end of the night, he asked the nurse who discharged me out to dinner. He also got to see an ultrasound picture of the baby, who danced around as if to say "I'm fine, just making sure you were paying attention." Then, he/she held perfectly still and waved at us. I looked at the screen and asked Gummi Bear to kindly knock it the hell off with the scary stuff.
This isn't the first time Gummi Bear has given us a scare, but we feel things will be all right in the end. We figure this child must know who his/her older brother is and is determined to let us know that he/she will be no different than Stinky is when it comes to giving us a run for our money. I'm a little worried, envisioning our future, but that's a worry for later on, I guess. Right now, it's all about the incubating.