Deal?

Today was terrifying. I had some complications after work. We went to the hospital and you're still cozy and bouncing around. You were so wiggly that the ultrasound tech couldn't even take your measurements.

I'm assuming this is the first of millions of times you will make me worry. I guess I should get used to it, but I'd rather play "let's make a less nerve wracking deal."  You stay put and I'll keep you safe then you can start jumping off of things, pulling the cat's tail, skiing too fast and loads of other stuff come January. Deal?

*written in realtime after the stressful trip to the hospital