I spent the majority of yesterday afternoon and evening in tears convinced that when MFM calls it’s not going to be good news. It’s like a reoccurring bad dream where they tell me and I fall to the ground in tears and somehow have to call your Dad. It keeps playing over and over. Is it because my instinct is trying to prepare me or just me being over paranoid? It’s only been 3 weeks of waiting and I worry it’s going to be 3 more. We’ve sent an email to our genetic counselor to see if she can find out turnaround time so we will have a better idea…