Good News: I went to the perinatologist to get to the bottom of this placenta previa thing, and it turns out that it moved. The baby's head was kind of making it hard to tell whether it was a problem or not, but we confirmed that the placenta isn't in the way anymore and that I won't have to have a c section. It's a Memorial Day miracle! Too bad location of placenta has no bearing on swelling of legs.
Bad News: While I was being a bad mom yesterday and neglecting my kids while talking on the phone, Holden decided to ride our Chinese scooter with no break and a bent wheel down our STEEP driveway. He came inside asking me to just put a bandaid on a scraped elbow, but he was holding his arm in a funny way. He said his wrist hurt. He was shaking and crying more than is normal for a scraped elbow. To be fair to myself, I did all the right things: I had him rest, put a bag of frozen peas on his arm, and gave him ibuprofen. I rule. (Mike did point out that those things are common sense in the world of first aid.) It was hard to know if I should take him to urgent care because he wasn't completely swollen and had some range of motion. Usually I take my kids in and then feel stupid for doing so and it all turns out to be nothing. But I took him anyway. He was in rare form: making jokes in the waiting room, being really brave, just taking it all in stride. And then, just when I was wondering why on earth we had even seen a doctor, we were told that Holden had BROKEN HIS ARM. No sprained or bruised wrist, but a bona fide broken arm. I honestly asked the doctor if he was joking. So now I am one of THOSE moms who lets her kids go out and break their arms. My unsullied record of strict safety precautions is forever tarnished. Although I should have been prepared for this, after the whole Taiwan head-meets-doorknob fiasco. I guess you really can't ALWAYS keep your kid out of harm's way.