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.