Monday, May 17, 2010

22 weeks

22 weeks and the baby is doing great....and me too.  Ultrasounds show that we're having a boy (cue the My Three Sons theme), and that said boy is healthy and on target. 
We're having the Fetal Echocardiogram done today, simply because of history.  I had one done when pregnant with Toast as well; after Tiny Man's heart issues, it's a precaution.  Still, every test seems like a hurtle to be crossed.  I keep telling myself that it doesn't matter, that it is okay if something is wrong.  I think that in the back of my mind I will feel as if I'm not honoring Tiny Man's memory by wanting a healthy kid...seems silly, but that's it. 

More on results soon.  In the meantime I offer the standard lines: yes, it doesn't matter because this is our kid and we'll do what we need to do.  But yes, I want him to be healthy.  I think it shouldn't be this complicated. 

1 comment:

Jocelyn said...

Of course you want him to be healthy. There's absolutely nothing wrong with wanting the best for your new little guy, for not wanting him to have to struggle so early in his life. :) We all want our friends and loved ones to be able to skip having to deal with avoidable struggles. Tiny Man is out there somewhere rooting for a healthy little brother too!