And the Hits Just Keep On Coming...

I didn't even see it coming when my OB called on Tuesday morning. I had kind of put the whole CF testing nonsense out of my brain and was just piddling around at my desk when the phone rang.

When she said that my husband is a carrier of the CF gene too, it felt like the wind got sucked out of me.

What were the odds supposed to be for both of us to be carriers? I can't remember, but the odds were small. Miniscule, in fact. Plus, surely SNATCH would never have allowed us into their program if they knew we were both carriers of this gene, right?

I called SNATCH and left an hysterical message for my doctor demanding to know what the hell happened with my PGD screen. Apparently, hysteria works because he called me back.

I heard him flipping through my chart over the phone.

The first words out of his mouth? "Oh, crap".

That's never good.

He explained that initially my test results came back negative. He signed off on those results. But then at some point the lab sent over a corrected set of results that showed I was positive. He said he never saw that report though, as it had not been signed by him.

This was a terrible mistake, he said. This never should have happened.

We shouldn't have been approved for IVF. We should have been counseled to use donor eggs or donor sperm. Or adopt.

Now all of a sudden we have a meeting with a genetic counselor tomorrow and an appointment for an amnio.

Odds that I will miscarry as a result of the amnio? 1 in 200.
Odds that my baby will have Cystic Fibrosis? 1 in 4.

Even I, the statistical enigma, can't believe this is happening.

This never should have happened.