I never got a call from my doctor's office the week after my amnio as expected, so that Friday (exactly 1 week later), I decided to call. The woman with whom I was supposed to talk was out of the office, so I figured I would have to wait out a long weekend until Monday to hear anything. However, she called back on her day off and told me they had preliminary results that were normal and the baby doesn't even have the balanced translocation that my husband has. Completely normal. HUGE sigh of relief and awe in amazement that this is even possible!! She explained they didn't have quite enough results to call them final though. So, on Monday I called back, and nothing...Tuesday nothing, finally Wednesday they said everything was final! Those were a long few days. I think the final actually came on Monday but there was some miscommunication. Also, I kept asking to confirm if the baby was a girl and my conversation kept getting interrupted/sidetracked, so I anxiously awaited the results in the mail to see that "XX." Finally, 3 weeks later, it came!
I had my 22 week ultrasound last week and everything is on track and baby is looking great - just measuring a few days behind my due date.
I had a wonderful friend (who has 2 beautiful girls) give me all her little girl clothes and crib bedding. Seeing those adorable, tiny pink outfits is just amazing and exciting!
I had one of my first moments that completely caught me off guard shortly after my amnio. I was driving by the local ballet studio and standing outside were all these little girls in their leotards and tights. I had a pit in my throat and my eyes filled with tears. Being a dancer and gymnast growing up, and knowing I was only having boys, I never thought I would have a daughter who I could possibly take to dance class. Gulp! So, so special beyond words. That being said, I'm sure she'll want nothing to do with dance! : )
I am still overhwhelmed at the thought of three kids. I am utterly exhausted at the end of the day with my two 2 year-olds and I pray to God I will have the patience to be a good Mommy to them and my baby girl. I can tell my patience and temperament toward them (and my husband) are so much worse when I don't get enough sleep, so I can only imagine how the first few months will be. That being said, I am in complete amazement every day that my body is actually working, that my husband and I were able to make this baby without any assistance, and just feel God must have wanted this for our family. I am nervous about the short run, but so excited for the dynamic of having 3 little children...2 that I gave every ounce of blood, sweat and tears (and money) that I didn't think I have to bring into this world, and this special little girl who is a complete miracle. Feeling so grateful, and though I don't think anyone is reading this blog anymore, if you are and you are still fighting the fight, hang in there. Breathe, take the time you need, but dig deep and fight if you heart is telling you to continue. I truly believe in miracles...and I can tell you that if you hit the re-wind button on my story, I didn't think I would have ANY kids, nevermind be buying a minivan for 3! I heard these stories, but never thought I would be one of them "on the other side," but here I am. It is possible.
