Jennifer and I spoke by phone and she confirmed the good news. All is well genetically speaking.
We elected not to find out the sex of the baby, though it is very tempting. She and Dr. Holden have copies of the results, so if we change our mind, we can ask either of them and they’ll tell us.
I find myself referring to the Bean as 'him' but hope that we'll have a girl, though we'll be thrilled with a healthy baby, period.
Jennifer, the genetic counselor who works for Dr. Wapner, left a voicemail message today saying “Excellent news. Your preliminary test results are in. Good news. Please call me.” I knew she wouldn’t say ‘excellent’ in a voicemail message if there were any problems with the results, which are 95% accurate. Got teary with relief about the good news on the plane as we taxied to the terminal. The lady who sat next to me asked if I was ok, and I told her I had gotten good news in spite of looking like I was crying. I can cry at the drop of a hat these days... the news (good or bad), certain TV commercials, etc. I've been like this since September, and now I know why. Hormones.
