Rising panic

The babe is not moving much today. Didn't move a whole lot last night either. This is not, I repeat to myself over and over, necessarily a terrible thing. It's not no movement. It's just - less movement. Or s/he is facing some direction in which I don't feel it as much.

There have been some series of good kicks, but they are hours apart!

If I were in Toronto I'd be -at- Mt. Sinai by now. As it is I'm thinking of heading down the street to the walk-in clinic and throwing myself on their mercy. Doppler please!

(Ow, that was a kick. Just one. But god I wish I were in Toronto where I could just call and they would *know* why I'm freaky about it.)