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may i have this (happy) dance?

captain undies insists on wearing not
one but two pairs on his head.
last night when we were heading towards bedtime for john, he suddenly became enamored with what had just come on the tv -- dancing with the stars. he immediately wanted to dance with daddy, asking, "where's my tutu, daddy? i need my tutu!"

daddy convinced him no tutu was necessary, and they danced around the living room to the end of the current song. then i got a little spin around the room with my favorite little dancer, too.

maybe the kiddo is psychic, because today we got some news worth dancing about!

a little over a week ago, the maternal fetal specialist sent my blood off to a lab in wisconsin to do a test that is uncommon enough here in the u.s. that only one or two labs do it -- in fact, the hospital didn't even have the protocol for sending a sample to this lab, so they had to research it to figure out what to do, and i went back a couple days later to have the blood drawn. the test looks for free fetal dna in my blood, and can tell if this baby is rh negative without having to do any invasive testing.

and the great news is -- the baby IS rh negative, so there is no chance of antibody complications for this pregnancy! 

basically, we now know that my husband's positive blood type is made up of one dominant positive gene and  one recessive negative gene. john got the positive gene passed along, so his type is positive. this baby got the recessive negative passed along, and combined with my negative that means that this baby's blood is totally compatible with mine.

so now, NOW mama is dancing. we'll still see the specialist at least another time or two, just to keep tabs and make certain all is well, but this test is highly accurate and we couldn't be happier.

would you care to dance with me?

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appropos of nothing, here is a video john made for grammie last night. he's just singing, but for some reason it makes me want to eat him up. enjoy, but please refrain from eating my child.




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