No news is . . .

I'm posting this simply because I know many of you nice people anticipated my ultrasound yesterday. I have really good news and really not-so-good news.

First of all, we're having a BOY!!! Though Clint didn't want to admit it, he was really hoping for a boy this go round. I know he wants Casey to enjoy the brotherhood that exists in his family.

On a more somber note, the hemorrhage in my placenta has actually gotten worse over the last three weeks. What does that mean? Well, it's complicated. For now, the baby is fine, but my bed rest has become indefinite. Translation: Someone knock me out for about four more months PLEASE!

Now, if you know me well, you know that I'm a world class "down-player". I don't like to dwell on negativity, so my approach to all of this is going to seem hunky-dory all-is-well. Just know that I am dealing with this in my own way, and part of that is forcing myself to be positive.

So... how can you help me? By letting me paint my rosey picture. Besides, I have SO much for which I should be grateful! Right now I'm beating the odds (picture me and baby warming up for a boxing match- jab, jab, PUNCH) I know that we can make it through this fun mess with a spoonful of optimism and about four cups of divine intervention.

Wish us luck!