We’re into the part of pregnancy where M sees a doctor once a week.  The final stretch.  The last sprint.  The end of the row.

The doctors still have been unable to say definitively whether Tiptoe has a coarctation.  They likely won’t know until she’s born and they can do an ultrasound directly.  She has at least one large hole in her heart, though, and they suspect another, as well as aortic stenosis (thickening of the aortic valve).  While these are all serious conditions, they are remediable.  Again, unfortunately, they cannot tell for sure.

Limbo is only fun when you’re ten, and it involves roller-skates and bad pseudo-reggae music.

A part of me just wants to kill the suspense.  Just get the waiting over with, and let us see, at last, what we’re faced with.  Bad, good, or ugly, just…show yourself.  This teasing is interminable.

Then again, Tiptoe’s safe right now, and growing well.  (55th percentile, ~6lbs, and still a little less than a month left until her due date)  They’ll likely induce before Christmas, and I’ll likely look back on this time of anxiety with nostalgia.