I had another dream about Simon. He was newborn, and we were in California again. I wanted to take him to the beach, so I jumped on my bike and had him in a sling I think. It brought back good memories of traveling through the state and the scenic variety of mountains to agricultural plots to beaches. And added a bit of hope that he might just arrive safely.
No report was sent to my doctor this week about his heart echo and brain scan. Hearing what the sono tech had told me though, my doctor believe she wouldn't have told me everything looked good if it didn't. She would have danced around it by saying, "I'm not a doctor, I only take the pictures." I expect to know more about it this coming week though.
And we just wait. This next week is my last appointment (!).