Once again, I ended up at the base hospital. This time it was this morning. I started spotting, and really I shouldn't be doing this at 20 weeks. Nice. Thanks little baby for scaring the crap (see previous blog about pooping) right outta me. The only really cute thing out of the whole ordeal was that the baby, during an ultrasound, flashed us a peace sign! So, all's well, except that my unborn baby has a sick sense of humor!