Yep. SHE was the very worst doc. Tricked me into genetic testing and told me the test was positive for Down syndrome over the phone after office hours on a Friday. So we couldn't call back and just cried in each other's arms the whole weekend. The girl getting married next week was here, she took care of DD and us because she has a little sister with DS. She was a great comfort.
Obviously that test was wrong. It measures spinal fluid somehow, and too much can indicate DS. Turns out my conception date was wrong, bubba was just farther along than they thought.