All right-- I think I'm going to take some Me Time and color my hair. I have three colors to choose from: Soft Mahogany (Dark Brown), Rich Mahogany (Dark Red Brown), and Deep Burgundy Brown. Clearly, I'm something of a creature of habit. Now I just have to choose which flavor of brown.

{{{GC}}} {{{little one}}}

Sending you tons and tons of ~ma. I remember that between-tests waiting period, and it sucks filth-encrusted rocks (my prelim screening revealed that, although nobody in my family has ever had it as far back as we can check, I'm a carrier for cystic fibrosis, which led to a second, lengthier round of testing of both myself and Hec and weeks of heart-gnawing anxiety; I remember vividly what you're going through, and it is torturous and a torment and just shitty beyond belief and you've got every ounce of my sympathy and vibes).

{{GC}} Massive amounts of calming and soothing thoughts sent your way. Testing is always nerve wrecking.

eta: or what JZ expressed so much more thoroughly and accurately - testing is a horror

Thanks guys. This was from Dr. Homophobe, so who knows. Bloodwork results were from the state, though. I know that they figure in the mother's age so I'm hoping that's why the stats are kind of crappy. Since we had always planned on doing an amnio, I wish we'd have skipped the first tri screen. Could have saved ourselves a couple of weeks of worry and then gotten actual concrete results.

Thoughts and positive vibes for you and the DW, Glamcookie.

my myomectomy last December has ensured that I'm looking at a c-section. Ah well.

I read this as a "mommyectomy". Which, I suppose, is a c-section from the baby's point of view.

I got icky results from my first trimester screening and am now bummed out. I've heard many many people have that happen and baby is just fine, but it is still waking me at night worrying about whether I'll actually get to a baby come December. Amnio is scheduled for 7/15.

Oh that sucks! I'm glad the waiting isn't longer.

{{GC}} I'm wishing good things for you and the little cookie dough. Is there a genetic counselor at either Dr. Homophobe's office or with your OB? My high-risk doctor had one, and while I absolutely loved him to pieces and he was good at talking to us, the counselor was so much better at explaining the math to us when our results came back and putting it in perspective. I would seriously recommend having the amnio done where there is a counselor to help.

Sassafras threw up because she ate too much grass while playing in the backyard of a friend's house with her pug. I don't know what it is about her lawn that turns my dog into a cow. So, she's fine -- not sick, just dumb.

Sassafras threw up because she ate too much grass while playing in the backyard of a friend's house with her pug.

Yesterday, a high school friend brought his dog to meet Bartleby and the two of them went mad over the long grass in my front yard. It was crazy how zealous they were for it.

Neither threw up but this morning, Bartleby had (once again, whitefonted for the squeamy) had 'streamers' post-poo. I couldn't help but laugh over the 'Ehn, ehn. Hey, can you help me with this?" expression on his face.

With all the rain we've had, it must be a particularly good vintage of grass these days.

The friend's dog is an even more spectacular mix than mine own doggylove. He's a Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever/Corgi mix. Incredibly long in the chassis, stumpy of leg and tufty of feet. I'd never heard of a NSDTR until I met him.

They're having the baby at home, but didn't tell my mother. She would flip out.

Learning to lie to your mother is an important survival skill. My theory is that what your parents don't know won't hurt you. I hope everything goes well.

Waiting for tests sucks, GC. It's hard to keep your brain out of that hamster wheel of what ifs.

Mr Peabody ravenously attacks the ornamental grass I have in pots. It's not even really grass; it's a sedge. He then usually throws up right away, while he's still outside. He once woke me up in middle of the night to go outside and eat grass. It's like some perverse addiction.

He's a Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever/Corgi mix. Incredibly long in the chassis, stumpy of leg and tufty of feet.

Tollers are a hoot. Very smart and very stubborn. This combo sounds like he's quite the looker as well.