I don't know what else to do. I go from the computer to the bed and then back to the computer again. I'm tired of waiting. I want to call the hospital and yell at the genetic counselor who is supposed to call with the results, "WHERE ARE MY RESULTS". I would hope that with news like this she would call as soon as the results were in her hands, but I don't have much faith in people lately.
When I make my way to the computer I'm surrounded by some great women on my "birth board" who seem to be going through this with me and I update them regularly. It feels nice to not feel alone right now. I think Dennis wants to be left alone more than I do so I let him sleep and watch re-runs of House Hunters and Designed to Sell because I think that makes him feel a little better. This is a very awkward place to be. Is there a handbook of what to do in this situation? I have laundry and dishes to do but it just doesn't seem right to do anything but sleep or blog.
I remember yesterday when we got home from the hospital, Dennis took the dogs out and I stood against the kitchen counter (eating kit-kats). When Dennis came back inside I asked him in a very honest way, "What do you do when you find out your baby may die?" There's no directions on what to do and I very seriously didn't know what I was supposed to do in that moment. The only thing we can think of is sleep or lay in bed. I need to start a caringbridge.com website for little nemo but I don't want to yet because I don't know what we are looking at.
It's 12:43 pm and still nothing.