Well, I'm still pregnant. I had to go to the hospital on Saturday because I had some bleeding. They checked me out, did an ultrasound, said everything's fine right now. THere is a small chance that my previous gynecologist might have exaggerated a bit. I might be able to carry the baby without extreme difficulty. It will still be a high-risk pregnancy, but maybe not as severe as was once thought.
I am actively looking for patterns for Blessing/Christening gowns that I can crochet. Something that's not too girly and frilly. I am creating a ritual that involves chanting/praying for a safe pregnancy and a healthy baby. I figure a little magic never hurts.
I've also got an idea involving an afghan made of granny squares from the people who love me and Greg, and by default will love the baby, too. I'm still working on the specifics of that.
I have my doctor's appointment on Friday. I'm counting down the minutes. I'm still scared, nervous, anxious, you-name-it. Keep us in your thoughts and prayers.