There is a baby in there/What's up with Silas

There is a baby in there.  I saw it.  Well, the sono tech saw it.  I saw a blobbish thing on the screen with a fluttery little heartbeat that the sono tech assured me was a baby.

Hi, I'm Weebs.  Isn't this the worst sonogram photo you've ever seen?

I liked the new doctor.  Although he is going to make me see a separate high risk doctor because of the genetic issues associated with my first child.  So, I didn't accomplish the seeing of only one doctor.  The hospital is better than where I was going to deliver though.  So, there's that. (And we'll just have to hope this baby doesn't send us into bankruptcy and homelessness).


On another note, Silas has been sick.  Like, he threw up on me three times in two hours and ran a 105.5 temperature sick.  It was unbelievably scary to see the thermometer climb that high.  The trip to the ER was all me yelling at Michael "is he still conscious?!" between cursing other vehicles for being in the way because Silas was trying to pass out.


He got a shot and spent a few days recuperating, and now he's back to himself.  Thank God.  Because there's nothing you want more than for your energetic kid to go back to running amuck and demanding you play blocks and trucks when he doesn't feel good and only wants to curl up on the couch and stare at the TV (ok but the extra snuggles are awesome).


Yesterday, we played "clouds", which is what he took to calling cloud dough.  When he was done playing clouds, we busted out the sidewalk chalk (because we could not stand the thought of going back in the house).


Playing Clouds



Drawing Circles

Now it's back to working and missing him.  At least I know he feels well enough to demand we play blocks when we get home.