Aside from the discomfort the procedure went well, with no apparent ill effects beyond a little lingering soreness. The bad news is I have to wait two weeks before I get the result while they culture the cells. Ugh. I'm at 19 weeks now, that would put me at 21 weeks when I get the news. Babies start to be viable at around 24 weeks, not that you'd ever want to have one that early, but it's a handy marker. If the news is bad that doesn't leave a whole lot of time to deal with it. I am certainly hoping for good news given that the other test results were fairly good, but experience tells me that it is possible for bad things to happen to me. In the mean time 13 balls of navy blue yarn have arrived for the little guy's baby blanket.
Margaret and I took a brief walk to Davis Square last night. As we were heading out of the CVS, I heard bagpipes. There was a small parade, a bunch of policemen and firefighters in dress uniforms, one bagpiper keeping them all in step, and a small group of regular people with candles following. Some guy near me asks a bit loudly what it was for. I think I managed not to hiss at him when I said it was probably for September 11th. I guess I'm not comfortable with people forgetting so soon.