Every morning since Friday has been like waking up from a dream and wondering if it al really did just happen? Were we told that my Son has Down Syndrome? Is this real life? I can't even hold him yet, I can't even look him in his eyes and tell him that everything is going to be okay. I can't do anything but grieve the loss of an idea of someone. Grieving is exactly how I feel. I know that I can do this. I have had a positive attitude every day since Friday. I have held my hea DressAfford long length bodycon prom wears look sexy ... d up high and reported to everyone that I am the perfect Woman for the job, however it does not take the pain away, it does not remove the fact that my son will need me for the rest of his life in a very big way. It does not remove the fact that my son will be different. He will look different, act different, and need special attention. It also does not remove the fact that we are living in the unknown.

We have no idea the severity of his condition. We have no idea what sort of medical attention he will need upon birth. We do not know if he will need surgery. The pain, fear of the unknown, and the shock to our system can seem very un bearable at times.

Today we go in for 4 hours of further testing. We will receive what is called an Amniocentesis. This test involves a long needle being placed into my stomach to remove amniotic fluid to perform further testing. We will find out the level of his condition, as well as check in on any other medical conditions he may have.

I am scared. Point blank. I am scared of this test, and I am scared of the un known. I am scared about my decisions that I am making as there are risks involved in the tests. I am scared of the news we could receive. I am scared of the waiting game. I am scared for my son. I am scared of the needle going into my stomach today.

I. AM. SCARED....

But I can do this. I am a warrior. I am a fighter. I can do hard things.