But anyway, Eric has to be tested now to see if he too is a carrier. Praying he's not. If he is then we have to go to genetic counseling. From what I've read, we need to both have the same mutated gene (there are 40 possible ones they test for) for it to even be a possibility. And if he is a carrier, and it is the same mutation, then there is a 25% chance of having a kid with CF. I just hope so much he isn't a carrier. I'm mad that I am. But what can you do about your genes? They are what they are.
Sometimes I hate that they test for everything now. Like... my mom is probably a carrier (I guess my dad could be, but he's half Italian. And my mom is German & Irish... so she's more white lol. So my bets on her. Sorry mom. Actually, they both could be and were just lucky). But they didn't test for it when she was pregnant...so she didn't have to worry! This experience has led me to think that I don't want that quad screen test they do. Especially since it's known for a high rate of false positives. This worry is redic and sometimes ignorance is bliss.
SO TIRED. Like you know when you've been up for 24 hours and you are finally about to collapse into bed? That's how I feel all the time! And again, spending 8.5 hours a day on my feet, running around a huge building, and bending, pulling, lifting, and moving heavy people all day... doesn't help the exhaustion. I really hope this goes away soon. This has been the worst part. More than the annoying nausea. And peeing all the time.
Nothing sounds good to eat. And sometimes I think about some food and it sounds so gross I GET nauseous. Ew like I got a Dibella's sub the other night. But I heated it up in the microwave at work because you shouldn't eat deli meat unless you steam it. And since I was at work, and couldn't take just the meat off due to lack of utensils and plates, I had to heat the whole thing. ANYWAY. Ew it was so gross. Just writing about it is making my stomach churn. I just wanna eat ice cream. Which we don't have.
I had Eric make me mac n cheese today because I was craving it. But then I fell asleep for an hour. Then I got up and went to eat it. And it was so gross I had to spit it out. I think he was offended.
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