While I have a thousand 989 pictures taken during my recent trip to the land Down Under, which need to be sorted and eventually uploaded somewhere for sharing, and while I have several posts milling about in my head about my adventures and all the wonderful people I’ve had the pleasure of sharing time with, and while my Google Reader shows 94 unread posts, I will forgo all of these things for now, and begin with the status of my little Joey-Roo.
I’m beginning to wonder if I’m going to experience the joys of first trimester nausea in the second trimester instead. I’ve been feeling a bit iffy for the last few days, and am not sure if it’s due to the whirlwind of travel or the little one within. Today I heard the heartbeat! It was a healthy, steady 162 bpm. Oh, the joy! The nuchal numbers from the last screen came out well within the normal range, and the presence of the nasal bone is also encouraging. The blood test came back with a positive marker for Down Syndrome, with a 1 in 33 chance. I’d been told I had a 1 in 25 chance due to my age alone (good heavens, I’m on the cusp of 43), so that number doesn’t worry me. I know my little sprogget is just fine. So today, apart from being jet-lagged, I’m on top of the world.
My Beautiful Boy and I had toast for breakfast and I snuggled him as much as he would let me (which was a lot!). I can tell that he is very happy that I’m home. He was so proud of his ball cap with the kangaroo embroidered on it that he asked to wear it to daycare to show Babcia, so he didn’t even try to beg me to stay home this time.
He and Gadget made a pirate ship while I was gone. If only I could describe the smile that crossed his face when I noticed it on my desk, and told him how much I liked it, and what a good job he’d done. He was so proud, he literally beamed. My boy is growing up. Two weeks, and he seems a bit more mature. It’s a marvel.
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