Well, we survived Thanksgiving. The turkey was moist, the stuffing was spicy, the mac ‘n cheese was to die for. There were no fires in the kitchen, nothing burned on the stove, and we were all still speaking to eachother when we finally sat down for dinner. All in all, it was a great Thanksgiving.
One of the things I was the most thankful for this year was the outpouring of support, prayers, kind thoughts, and encouragement from you. I must have read your comments 1,000 times. And I might read them again today. Thank you for reaching out to someone that most of you don’t even know. Chris and I met with the geneticist on Tuesday and the news was very encouraging. Basically, there is a 25% chance that I could pass along the genetic mutation. Then, if I do pass it on, there is a 15% chance that it could result in a disability that you can see. Now, there is a lot more to those statistics than anyone (except me) cares to know, but in a nutshell those are our odds. And I feel pretty good about them. I have a CVS scheduled on Monday, which is where they go in through my abdomen and take a sample of the placenta to see if the baby has been effected. That means in one week I will know the health of the baby and also THE BABY’S GENDER!! How exciting! Bring on the Little Jack or Jill!!
And now, I need you to reach into the depths of your spirituality and pray for me again… I’m going shopping today. On Black Friday. I must have a death wish. Either that, or I am in desperate need of some sales this year. So, send me your Christmas Lists. I have Santa on speed dial.