What a day!
The home care nurse came by at an hour when I’m usually still lying in bed, half asleep/half listening to Morning Edition on NPR. And, I was having a bad smells morning. That’s a morning where everything smells bad and makes me gag. Fun fun fun. But, the first 17-p injection went smoothly. Well, as smoothly as an injection that takes 60 seconds to administer can go. She was impressed with Shannon’s mad syringe skillz 😉 and decided that we didn’t need a second visit.
Then, just as we were rushing to the door to make the trek downtown to Dr. T’s office, Lucy horked up a scary hairball right in front of the front door. Sigh. Not really the sort of thing you can take care of later, particularly if there’s the slightest chance of getting a showing while we’re out. (Widget waited until after we’d left to make her own mess in the bedroom. Why do we have cats?)
For a change, Dr. T’s waiting room only had one other couple ahead of us, so we had almost no wait. Speaking of weight, I haven’t gained any yet. A couple of appointments I’ve been one or two pounds over my pre-pregnancy weight, but I’ve had some shall we say slowing of the digestive system that hasn’t done me any favors poundage-wise. I’m not too worried about it, or my only slightly improved appetite just yet. With the PCOS “fluff” I’m in no hurry to put on much weight and neither me nor the hitchhiker seem to be suffering from it. I’m starting to add avocado to everything now, just to help out. Loooove the avocados.
Alright, I’ll get on to what you’re waiting for. First we had a sonogram with just the tech. She measured ear to ear, cranial circumference, humerus length, abdominal circumference, and femur length. All looked good, most were in the 17 week range. The femur length, however, came in at the 19 week range (plus or minus 13 days). So, for right now, the kid has some long legs. Which did not come from mom or dad. Dr. T suggested that Shannon try to catch a glimpse of the mailman, just in case. Mommom is taking credit for the legs though. The tech didn’t tell us gender, nor did she ask if we did or didn’t want to know. We were watching pretty closely though and after she left the room, Shannon and I decided that we were pretty sure the hitchhiker is a girl.
We had to wait about 20-30 minutes before Dr. T was available, got a sonogram for the cervical check (nice and long and closed up tight Hooray!), then he wanted to do another abdominal sonogram to see for himself. He confirmed our guess, so we finally get to switch out neutral pronouns for gender specific. It’s a girl! Everything looked really good. This sonogram, combined with my blood test results mean there is no reason to do an amniocentesis. Which is a huge relief since, as you can imagine, given my history I was none to thrilled about the possibility of INTENTIONALLY poking a hole in the amniotic sac.
Now, I’m on weekly cervix checks. Then at 22 weeks, we’ll start doing the fetal fibronectin swabs. And around 30 weeks, if everything has been normal, I get booted out of the MFM’s care and have to finish up my last 6-7 weeks as a normal pregnant woman. Scary.
So, a good day. Got through the nasty shot. A great doctor’s appointment that Shannon was able to go to. A nice lunch at my favorite vegan restaurant. And now…. a nap. Maybe inspiration for girls’ names will strike while I’m snoozing.