I only wish my experience with ultrasounds and specialists had such a joyful outcome. We headed in to find out the sex of our unborn baby on the 22nd and lost her on Dec 30. And the jolly piped in Christmas music played the soundtrack of our loss. Somehow I don't think it'll ever sound the same again.

I am so sorry to hear that.

Yeah, that was the problem with telling that story. It was *so profound* for me that I really wanted to talk about it, but I didn't want to be like, "Woo! Go me!", nor did I want to feel overly sorry for myself and how hard that experience was, given that so many other people experience so many similar things and don't get as lucky as I did.

I really do think they'd do well to reconsider the Christmas music in the medical facilities where people are getting tests or getting news. I'm sure there is research about people doing better against a soundtrack blah blah blah, but to me, it just made the whole thing feel painfully ironic. That's what the whole experience was like, to me. They move your hair out of the way, and you cannot *not* think about the last person who touched your hair and all the things you stand to lose... the entire thing is just so emotionally elevated that they need to watch out for how many elements they introduce.

i had the full on surgical biopsy. What kept me from totally freaking was the outrageously silly hope that they'd take enough out to leave me a nice C-cup.