I thought I was dealing with it okay.
I had a routine follow up with my OB on Thursday of last week. There was nothing major done outside of the labwork for my quad-screening. We listened to the heartbeat with the doppler and got a good solid beat in the mid 140's. Dr. S. came in and simply said, "Well, how are we doing?" and the dam broke. I smiled at first with just a hint of tears welling up and said, "Physically, I'm doing pretty well." He walked over beside me and gently tapped my temple and said, "Just not so easy going up here, huh?" I managed to not full on cry for a bit longer while we discussed what had gone on with the geneticist when we had seen her a few weeks before. He asked me what she had told us, and I got flat out angry and spit back, "What DIDN'T she tell us, Dr. S?" He looked down, tears in his eyes himself, and said, "I got the letter...and....wow. That was a lot of information for anyone to have to hear and I'd hoped she didn't...