So...

I am aware that if I held a career in blogging, I would have been fired quite some time ago. Thank goodness G is the bread winner. We made it back from Florida Friday evening. We had a wonderful trip and I will post the highlights and pictures someday. Saturday we took it easy and L spent most of the day glued to her daddy. Sunday we went to church and to two Halloween carnivals. We had fun, but are very tired.

Today I went in for my "Ultra Screen". This is some genetic testing that is done at 12 weeks. I know that the test is something new in the last few months and am not sure if they recommend everyone having it done or just what. While flipping through the paper work in the office, I started feeling very uneasy. The test screens for Down Syndrome, Trisomy 18 and 13 and some heart defects. It is a non-invasive ultrasound and blood work. It a screening to see if you are at risk for any of the defects. The letter of information I read boasted that this test "gives you the earliest screening while you are still the only one who knows you are pregnant". Not true for me, obviously. This bothered me a little. I almost felt like it was saying, "get the test now so you can terminate if we find something wrong". Even though the doctor could have told me I was going to give birth to a mutant and it wouldn't change my course of action, it bothered me that this test might cause someone to end a life. Abortion is something that I have ZERO tolerance for and so I am sure I was being oversensitive to it.

Anyway, we found out that we are having a ...........very stubborn child. Big surprise, huh? Just like our little L did in the womb, this child would not cooperate for ANYTHING. I was told to drink 20 ounces of water before the appointment and did a little more than that. When we got there, I needed to use the restroom, but the tech informed me she could get better images if my bladder was full. We went into the room and started the ultrasound. The baby looked like a sack full of parts and I instantly felt guilty about my ride on Tower of Terror at Disney. How could I be some dumb?

After fighting for a while, we could see that the baby had its feet up behind it's ears. I think it will be a yoga instructor. The baby stayed curled in a ball in the bottom of my uterus for 30 minutes while the tech tried to get precise measurements. She finally had me empty half of my bladder (let me just say, that's tough to do) and she was then able to get a little clearer images. You could see the baby throw it's arms up when she would agitate my stomach and then it would go right back to it's comfy ball.

After the ultrasound, we met with the geneticist. He informed us that everything looked good and discussed further tests they could do. They drew blood for the cystic fibrosis test and also informed me they could do a gender test with the blood. They simply look for the Y chromosome. We agreed to that. I now have mixed feelings about it though. I am one who likes to know what is coming, but it kind of takes the fun out of it. No anticipation. No, is this the lucky ultrasound? Just simply call the 800 number and hear the results in 7 to 10 days. I don't know if we will call or not. We will just have to see. It is silly because if the doctor could tell on an ultrasound, I would want to know without a doubt. This just seems different.

Anyway, I have rambled on enough for now. We go back for another ultrasound next Monday. I guess we might find out then!