Well, here's Rocky's first photo. It's thirteen weeks old now. I'm still sick, but I have managed to make it off the couch. I've kind of been forced to get off the couch. School started a few weeks ago. I have twenty-three second graders to keep me busy; unfortunately I'm still nauseous most of the time, so I worry that I'm not giving them what they need.
I had my ultra-sound yesterday, hence the picture. The doctor said Rocky is progressing normally, but there's a slightly elevated risk of Down's Syndrome. They drew some blood and will call with the results next week. I'm not too worried, as long as I keep myself distracted. I couldn't stop looking at it while it was up on the screen. I could see the hands and feet and the spine and brain and stomach. It was more exciting than I expected. We got to keep some of the pictures, and whenever I had free time today, I looked at them. And I was finally able to tell most people. It's a relief being able to talk about it freely and not feel guilty for telling people.
Everyone seems to want to give me advice. Sometimes I want it; sometimes I still feel a little overwhelmed.
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