'Hold on honey,' I tossed back over my shoulder, 'we're almost home.'
I snuck a look back at my son. He was white again, damn it. A spasm worked its way across his face.
'Mo-om! I need another bag!'
I increased my speed.
Somehow I never pictured this when I went for my first ultrasound.
Cass went to a birthday party this morning and bounced his way through, no signs of trouble - then began
Wheee! Another ride on the Ick Express.