Dear Munchkin,
"Normal" is my new favorite word.
The doctor's office called us yesterday - a day earlier than they'd told us they would - and said that the micro-array results are finished and everything looks normal.
Normal.
Somehow I had myself convinced that was a word I would never hear in conjunction with this pregnancy. I was sure there would be something wrong. On my good days, I hoped it would be something minor; other days, I tortured myself with all the awful things I could imagine.
But everything is normal. You are healthy. And you are a girl. My sweet baby-girl-to-be.
And I love you even more than I already did, which I keep thinking is impossible.
love,
Mommy
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