I was planning to go to work after the test this morning, but silly me didn't think about how they'd probably put me on bedrest after.
So I'm home. I just have to take it easy. There's a slight risk of miscarriage with this procedure, but at this point that's the least of my worries.
The music in the waiting room was hilariously bad. The song playing when we walked in was Can You Feel The Love Tonight. No Elton, I can't. AND THEN it was Wonder by Natalie Merchant. That song should be banned from the universe, but it should especially be banned at high-risk pregnancy clinics.
The genetic counseling was pretty much what I expected. Things don't sound any better or worse than they did on Wednesday. It was pretty, IDK...heartwrenching, annoying, odd...to go through our family histories for instances of chromosomal or genetic defects when ALL the answers were no. Like why is this happening to us, we're supposed to be normal, this is so unfair. Not that it would be fair for anyone else, but this would be so much easier to deal with if we'd had ANY reason to think that this was even a minor possibility before Wednesday.
The CVS itself was surprisingly okay. I was most upset before it started. There was an awkward moment when we asked them to turn off the overhead video monitor and they didn't understand why. Then they turned on the audio and for about 5 seconds we sat there listening to the heartbeat. Ugh. But the procedure was basically just a rough pelvic exam. Afterward I had this sense of peace, like okay we've done everything we can. Good or bad, the waiting will be over on Monday at the earliest, next Monday at the latest.
My H is so, so amazing. You all picked the wrong guys in the whose husband thread. He's cried with me, he's made me laugh, and he's been great with talking to the doctors and remembering questions and handling things I can't think about. We didn't think we needed to be closer, but we definitely are. So if there's a silver lining in any of this bullshit, there it is.