Today the doctor called...

Today I was working and noticed I had a voicemail. It was my midwife. My heart immediatly sank as I know she only calls if there is a problem.
Well, there is a potential problem. It turns out I am a carrier of a Cystic Fibrosis gene. What does this mean? Nothing yet. The next step is to find out if Winston is a carrier. If he is, then our son has a 25% chance of having Cystic Fibrosis. Its a scary thought, but Winston reminded me that this phone call could have contained much worse news and this is something we don't need to even worry about just yet. He is right. We don't even know if he is a carrier. So Winston goes in tomorrow for his blood work and we will (hopefully) have the results in two to three weeks.