Monday, June 13, 2005

a domani

That's Italian for 'see you tomorrow', and tomorrow, the blob and I will meet again when I take us both in for a Nuchal translucency screening.

I'm a tad nervous (read: am fucking terrified), and have shifted smoothly into 'what if my baby is dead?' mode. This mode is not unfamiliar, but as I'm not yet batshitcrazy with despair, it's probably fair to conclude that I'm pretty bitchen at the motivating self talk. However, my generally unaccompanied reassuring words, a la 'of course it's alive', are now being followed waaaay too closely by the words '...but it has a chromosomal disorder'.

This could be a good time to resume banging my head against the wall.....

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