The baby seems to be fine.
I seem to be fine.
The bleeding is little more than tannish-brown spotting when I wipe.
There is no threat to the pregnancy at this time.
DH will now have to rearrange the closet as I am not to lift anything heavier than a fork. I will have to direct him. Hee.
I still get angry over the mess when I think of it, but there is nothing to be done, so I'm going to focus on the positives.
Along those lines, Chickie has just about caught up to our original edd, so that's cool. I'm officially over 12 weeks. Additionally, we got one picture in which we think we can make out a face - eyes and a nose and lips. That, or it's an ear. Shrug. If it's a face, it inherited DH's long narrow face and probably (hopefully) my nose.
So. Yeah. Cheers.