Worries

The second ultrasound didn't go according to the set plan of "everything's fine and baby is growing as should". Everything was fine and the baby was growing as should, but the image showed some tiny spots that asked for a second opinion. After some wait – during which we were reassured that all the measurements were good and that everything they could see was indeed fine, apart from that tiny little thing that she couldn't place – the second opinion was as cautious as the first and advised to have an amniocentesis.
There is probably nothing to worry about and there's a fair chance baby is fine, but this is still a procedure that'll keep me away from school for three days next week. I had to bite back my tears. Luckily P. can take it in his stride, focussing on the reassurance that we're worrying about something that'll probably turn out to be nothing (which were sort of the exact words of the second opinion). I'm trying administration mode: making sure my various schools and classes know I won't be teaching next week.
But I'll be fighting back tears when I have to retell the story to co-workers wanting to know why I'll be absent next week.