I had an Amnio today. Not because there’s been any indication of a problem, but simply as an added precaution, due to my geriatric prenatal status.
It all went well. I was instructed to take it easy and stay off my feet, and did not make dinner. The evening’s highlight was supposed to be the glass of wine I was allowed to have (doctor’s orders), but the bottle we had in the fridge had gone off. I should have known that Pinot Grigio shouldn’t be the color of apple juice.
The rest of the evening went about as well as the bottle of wine. I’ll leave it at that.
Until tomorrow, when I’ll have a for reals dinner post, and maybe even the baby’s gender!
