My last post sounded so full of wisdom, so full of confidence; confidence I wasn't feeling all the time. I told the Man about how I was trying to be strong on the outside, but on the inside...
When we had the conversation, he actually finished my sentence for me. Perfectly. I'm so glad I have him around.
Anyway, I had the amniocentesis done yesterday. It really wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I didn't watch. (I'm sure most of you are thinking, well duh. Who would want to watch a needle get stuck in you??) Normally, I'm not squeemish about that kind of thing. No, for reals. I watch when I get my blood drawn. It's just not a big deal to me.
But this time, I didn't watch.
And it really wasn't bad. No numbing, nothin. And the Ladybug cooperated beautifully. She held very still.
And I got a sparkly band-aid.
Now for the hard part: waiting. Praying. Clinging with my fingertips to that hope. Trying to put off my own selfish desires, my pride and vanity, and make every last effort to accept God's will.
Confession: I hate this. I want this over with. I want my baby, healthy and whole, in my arms.
But for now, I must wait. Results will come in some time next week.
Oh, and P.S.
Today is my wonderful, amazing, Grandma-of-the-year, supportive, and beautiful Mother's birthday. You can find her blog here. Happy Birthday, Mama!!! I love you so much!!!