no. 577 – Both Shoes Are Still On

Long day, but the short of it is that our measurements on the nuchal were good. Murdock measures at 12w5d and the heart beat was within a normal range, 153.

Before each appointment I’ve had, a draft is prepared in my head the words I will need to write if it’s bad news. It’s as if I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. Today I asked myself what other shoe? The first one has yet to hit the floor – for this cycle anyway. The "other shoe" has already dropped on me four other times. I can’t chalk those up to heavy boots or slippery fingers.

Apparently I over think my analogies on long, boring car trips across Nebraska.

I wish I had more time because I would love to share the little conversation the ultrasound tech had with us in regards to telling this child that s/he was a product of donor egg. I can say she was adamantly against it. All I could do was sneak a glance at Mr. DD to telepathically send the message, "Do not confront!"

I’ll cover it in more detail next week, I promise.


I’ve been having some issues with bloglines so I haven’t been able to save some posts I wanted to come back to: Catherine, my sympathies to you and your family on the loss of your grandfather; M, I thought I left a comment regarding Grover and Houdini and it must have been swallowed up, but my heart just twists for you; Kath, thank goodness you updated and that while you are busy, Banana is well. Kisses and hugs, especially for you three.