The name game

I got rearended yesterday. No damage to the car and no damage to me (other than a backache yesterday that's gone away). But I moderately freaked out. I say moderately, because a full freak-out would have involved rushing immediately to the ER to demand they listen to the baby's heartbeat. Instead, I went home, put dinner in the microwave and called the doctor to ask what to do. I even felt a bit guilty because it was 6:30 (those reckless drivers are so inconsiderate for not hitting people between the hours of 8 and 5), but I figured that 5 minutes of my doctor's time was well worth my not being a nervous wreck for the next week. And I talked to the doctor and even managed to hang up before I burst into tears. So I was a model of restraint, really.

According to the doctor, the things to worry about are bruising around my abdomen, vaginal bleeding and the baby not moving. So far, no bruising or bleeding. And Friedeswide has spent most of the day attempting to reenact certain scenes from Aliens, so no worries on the baby movement front. So we're in the clear, although I'm not sure I'll really believe it until my appointment next week when I can hear the heartbeat again.

( So you wanna name a baby? )