Thank God, the boys are once again unaffected by the blood loss. Their fast little heartbeats register no recognition of all the stress their mom has been through today, and they keep on kicking and flipping in my belly, completely unaware. I've thought back to the blog entry I wrote about hating to feel their acrobatics. Now, of course, I want to cry with gratitude every time they move. Nothing like a little perspective.
The doctors are unsure whether my bleeding is a case of placenta abruption or placenta previa (when the placenta covers the cervix), but they do know one thing: I'll be stuck here until I deliver.