THIS IS THE EVERYTHING IS OKAY ALARM. IT WILL CONTINUE TO SOUND AS LONG AS EVERYTHING REMAINS OKAY.
Back from the doctor's, back from the ultrasound, back with a picture of a darn cute little baby in hand.
Since our last ultrasound, the Tadpole has turned into a person. A person with wee fingers and toes and little limbs that kick and wiggle and a big gigantic head that looks like an alien when it looks right at you.
The Tadpole also sucks its thumb, is five centimeters head-to-butt and looks nothing at all like a tadpole anymore.
The fluids are clear, the placenta intact and my cervix is closed. Basically, we have no fucking clue where the bleeding came from. It could have been a fluke, a threatened miscarriage that pussed out, or a really nasty bladder infection.
Regardless, I'm on strict bedrest through the weekend, which means girl movies and ice cream (I lost another pound over the last two weeks, so ice cream is all but coming with a prescription at this point).
But still, EVERYTHING IS OKAY. I'm still having a baby, and man, it's the cutest baby in the entire world. With the thumbs and the toes and the wiggling.
So I'm forgiving it for scaring the everloving crap out of me, but hear this, Tadpole: the thumb and toe thing ain't gonna fly at age 15 if you stay out past curfew without calling your mother.