Penguin still has a heartbeat is measuring right on track, and they haven't been able to identify any reason for the sporadic spotting, although Bear and I are supposed to abstain until I go two weeks without spotting. Um, yeah, about that....
Penguin was waving his or her hand in front of his or her face during the ultrasound, it was so cute! We wouldn't have actually gotten another ultrasound until 20 weeks, just heard the heartbeat in the exam room, but someone had coded today's appointment in the scheduler as a "confirm pregnancy" appointment instead of a normal monitoring appointment, so we got lucky.
We did have to tell the 9-year-old and bring him with us to the appointment. Apparently their school says kids can't come back after being sick until at least 24 hours after they throw up, and he hadn't kept lunch down the previous day, so we had to go back and get him right after dropping him off and dropping off their costumes at their mothers. (They did a little trick or treating with her and then came over to do it with us since it was our day with them.) He was excited and happy, though he did ask Bear whether Bear would still love him and his sister the most. However, later he expressed some concerns to Bear, especially about how it would be crowded and where Penguin would sleep (it's a two-bedroom apartment, so he already shares a room with his sister). He also said it felt really fast, which is something I've been worried about. We're not telling the 6-year-old yet. As part of The Talk, the 9-year-old has gotten the "sometimes people aren't married when they have a baby" part. The 6-year-old has not gotten that part yet, and so we're still going to try to hold off on telling her until after the wedding.
I did tonight have the first crash meeting of baby brain and pregnancy clumsiness. I've got the 6-year-old on my own all weekend because Bear is taking the 9-year-old on a Cub Scout campout. Families are welcome (and I really wanted to go because it's on a ship!!) but the 6-year-old has decided she no longer likes campouts (or anything where she could get dirty except cooking), so we're staying home. I was making dinner, and as I was draining something, the hot water splashed out of the sink and onto my stomach. I could have more easily gotten my shirt away from my skin, but it also splashed onto the waistband of my skirt, so the hot water was on there for a good minute before I could get it away from my skin. I've got 2 nice lines of burns on my tummy now that the initial redness has faded, and there's a small blister on the top line. I've been a first aider long enough to know what to do for burns, and I'm doing it, but I feel really dumb. Maybe it's a good thing that on the night I didn't make the dinner I made tonight, I was thinking of ordering pizza since we have a coupon. Apparently I can't be trusted in the kitchen! I'm also really glad that my stomach still looks just fat instead of pregnant since I had to walk around with it hanging out while I held a cold wet washcloth on it. I'm very glad I wasn't hurt worse while Bear is 5 1/2 hours away.