*I swear I’ll get around to writing a non-pregnancy-related post soon!*
I’ll keep this short and sweet.
Despite the fact that the nurse who drew my blood on Wednesday said she’d likely have the results either Friday or Monday, she called me yesterday to say the results were in. I missed her call, and when I called back, it went to voicemail. She called back again while I was in a home visit to say the results were “lovely,” and I wouldn’t require any additional testing.
But she didn’t leave any details. I called her this morning to get them.
You guys, can I just brag about this kid for a minute? Despite being created by two old fogeys (with a lot of help from science, medical technology, doctors, nurses, embryologists, and plain ol’ luck), she seems to be a bit of a rock star. Because I am 35, the chances that this baby could have Down Syndrome are somewhere between 1:300 and 1:180, depending on who you ask. My screening results say otherwise, though. According to those numbers, Thumper’s chances of DS are 1:2300, and her chances of trisomy 18 are 1:10,000.
So, yeah. Total rock star.