Tomorrow is it.
In 13 hours and a handful of minutes, we have our phone appointment with the geneticist. We learn if Theo had any genetic abnormalities, or if he was as perfect of a baby genetically as he is to his momma.
If my husband or I need to be tested for a genetic disease.
Tomorrow will determine if we can (or should) go forward with trying to conceive a sibling for Theo. Or if adoption is a better option for us.
Just a little over a year ago, I was opposed to having kids. Now I’m desperately praying it’s God’s plan for us to have a baby–whether biologically ours, or through adoption.
I’m mostly calm. I’m excited, impatient, and yep, slightly anxious and nervous. I feel like life is beginning all over again tomorrow. The start of a new chapter and phase of life.