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.