Besides the horrific nausea and the fact that I feel as beautiful and bountiful as a turkey, it seems that, at my advanced age, I have crossed a medical threshold. At 37, I have entered a statistical no-man's land, a place of higher odds of this and greater risks of that. I am in the age, of the age, of amniocentesis. I would not end this pregnancy anyway. Our daughter has taught us well.
Every child is a gift, has something to teach, something to offer.
She, with her big hugs and husky laugh, with her habit of flapping her arms when she is excited, has made us better people. She has allowed us to be more than what we were. But technology has been dangled before us. It is there for the taking, offering its promise of peace of mind or at least certainty. Her questions stay with me.