Wednesday, October 13, 2010

12 Week Appointment

On Monday morning, our whole family went to the CMFC, our OB office.  Daniel came along because we did not have a sitter, and he behaved in the child un-friendly office and waiting room for about 20 minutes during the ultrasound.  

The ultrasound showed us ONE baby (just in case you were wondering!).  We could see a profile, hands by the face, and a big belly. IHis/her heart rate was in the 160s, which is good and healthy.

 The ultrasound professional took several measurements, but I was most concerned about the measurement of the neck.  The thicker the neck skin/fluid, the higher chance of problems with the child's development.  I was so happy to learn that the baby did not show signs of chromosomal problems.  He/she has a very low probability for Trisomy 21.  In fact, my risk for having a child with developmental disabilities because of genetic issues is quite low, according to this test and my age.  

The rest of the appointment was fine, too.  Dan took Daniel to run in the corridor outside the office and they spent a lot of time at the water fountain.  My blood pressure was normal and good, and I got a clean bill of health from the OB.  Dr. Grant was concerned about the lack of vitamins and medications I have been able to take, but he respected my choice to stop taking the Zofran because it caused me to stop eating and feel weaker.  He encouraged me to call my therapist though to talk about weight issues and anxiety.  

Then he said a wonderful statement... "See you in four weeks!"  What great news!  This is the longest distance between visits yet.  Of course, I am allowed to come in if I feel like there is something wrong or if I become very anxious and need to see the baby again.

Week 11

This week was a week of nausea, but LESS THROWING UP.  Hurray! Hurray! PTL!

I spent most of the week as an exhausted single parent as my husband took a business trip.  I went to bed very early most nights, often before 9 PM.   Actually, I am certain I didn't stay up past 9:30 PM any night!

I started wearing (and enjoying) maternity pants this week.  They are still baggy, though I have to tug the waist up when I am 8 months pregnant, not just 3.

No other real news, except I saw a friend who is also pregnant with a tiny fetus, and I thought about how neat it will be to have a friend with a baby who is the same age as this child.

Here's a photo of me this week.