Genetic testing, baby style

Even though I am a bad blogger, I wanted to share the news we got this week in a somewhat timely fashion.
After everything we went through to get to today, the results of genetic testing on Mr. O proved we made the right choice. He doesn’t have OI!
When I got the call, I saw on the caller ID who it was and I got those butterflies in my stomach. Like the ones when the RE office would call.
But it is all good, he doesn’t have the disease. Now, I know the lab guarantees like 92 percent accuracy. But, still, I wanted to be sure. And after cheek-swabbing a four-month-old, which was not fun by the way, two weeks later we got the word.
And aside from us, I think my in-laws were the next happiest people.
I am still in awe. It worked. I’m a mom. My hubby’s a dad. It doesn’t seem real but then I can’t imagine life without him.
Wishing everyone all the best. I’m still reading. Trying to comment and barely, obviously, trying to blog.