Well, today was a damn good day. We had our second ultrasound and Carlos, which, until further notice shall be the alias of my yet-to-be-born lovechild, is doing what any good embryo should be doing and that's growing. Heartbeat is in the mid 170's, which is great. Everything is text-book so far. And the best news? The subchorionic hematoma (big medical words for scary shit that can kill your unborn child) - if that's what it was - is nowhere to be seen. Hells yes, my friends. Hells yes.
Yeah, think about this next part for a second. The thing has been in existance, technically, for just six weeks now and Carlos is already pumping blood though his kidney bean sized body. If that doesn't make you say WTF, I don't know what will. Oh, and apparently Carlos is developing an appendix (he's wasting his time with that one), both brain hemispheres, and nubbin-like hands and feet are sprouting. At this point the pics I see online look more like an angry alien than a homo sapien. There's the latest about what he's up to in there while Sheryl is cookin' him in the oven.
Today we also met with the gentic councelor. I don't know if these people realize how scary the shit they tell you is to expecting parents. To sum it up, you gotta worry about three things: chromosomes 13, 18, and 21. If you got issues with 13 and 18, things are going to end very, very badly. #21 is the Down's chomosome. Still scary, but not deformed with no chance to live scary.
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