Here I am with another post for March - albeit another baby post. I do promise one day I will post about something else. I promise this blog will not turn into a baby black hole. It's just, well, a big part of my thoughts right now, so here it is for you.
S and I went for the "big" 18 week sonogram yesterday. We had to go to a perinatal specialist for a level II sonogram because of my "advanced maternal age". This would be the first time S got to see a sonogram, and of course we were going to try to find out the sex of the baby. We didn't really care if it was a boy or a girl, but we really did want to find out which one it is.
Before we left home, I started out the day by throwing up my entire breakfast. I don't normally throw up. I do still feel nauseous, or sea sick, pretty much all the time, but I don't generally throw up. And, I ate the same thing I eat every morning, at generally the same time. So, maybe I was just a little nervous about it all. I don't know. I hope that's what it was...hope this isn't a trending activity!
So we set out yesterday morning for the hospital and finally arrived at the specialist's office. We filled out a ton of forms and were shown to one of several sonogram rooms. The sonographer came in shortly thereafter and looked all over the baby - she checked the baby's heart - all four chambers - brain, kidneys, intestines, the length of bones, size of skull, etc. After each check, she would say, "perfect". And, she reported the baby weighed about 11 ounces right now.
Funny thing is, this lady does sonograms all day long, and she was SO EXCITED to show us our baby - she was oohing and aahing like it was the first baby sonogram she'd ever seen. Except, of course, that she could actually read the images on the screen like nobody's business. Clearly, this woman loves her job!
Then, at the end of her portion of the appointment, she asked us if we wanted to know if it was a boy or a girl. We said yes. Then she put this image up on the screen:
It's a BOY!!! She said he had been showing us the whole time that he was a boy...like we would have known...and it was clear as day that he was indeed a "he". No question. We were excited to know, and excited to start thinking about our baby being a son. It was especially fun for me to see S react to seeing the baby move on the screen and be part of the appointment. And, seriously, doesn't that arrow just crack you up? I will file this away as good high school date blackmail material. I mean, what decent mother wouldn't?
Then, the doctor came in. He explained he would look for some stuff that might show signs of Down's Syndrome and would look closer at the heart and kidneys and some other things. He said a sonogram cannot verifiably detect Down's, but everything looked, again "perfect". We saw the blood flowing in and out of the baby's heart. It was all pretty amazing.
And then the doctor said this - and I quote - "You're way too healthy to be in my office." I have to tell you that was probably the nicest thing he could have said - after all the talk about "advanced maternal age" it was nice to be "way too healthy". Very nice. I'm way too healthy, and so is our little boy. In their words, he's "perfect".
I couldn't have said it better myself.
See you soon.