Last week’s doctor’s appointment went well. The baby’s heartbeat is still at a steady 140 beats per minute. We had the blood draw done for the Quad Screening, which was more painful than I thought it would be. Normally I don’t even notice the needle. This time I did. And I looked like someone who’d just tried heroin for the first time, walking out of there with a huge track mark and kind of dazed look on my face. No fainting! And no clumsiness outside my usual range. Meaning, while I ran into doors and walls and tripped over non-existent shoelaces, I didn’t seriously injure myself. Win!
Tom and I will be attending our 20 week ultrasound, aka Anatomy Scan, aka *Gender ultrasound, aka *Sex ultrasound on the 23rd. We’ll be going to the hospital because their ultrasound is like way cooler than the one at the clinic. We’re super excited!
I’m also very nervous. The mood stabilizers I’m on are considered Class C drugs, meaning that some animal studies show that babies exposed to this drug had some abnormalities, but there have been no well-controlled studies in humans and the potential risks are outweighed by the benefits. This drug has been associated with cleft lip/cleft palate. I’m worried that we’re going to see a baby who will need surgery soon after birth. I’m also worried that the baby may have spina bifida (even though we haven’t gotten those test results back yet.) But I’m excited because I want to know if we’re having a little boy or girl. I want to go shopping and buy clothes and bedspreads. And there’s very few gender neutral clothing items out there nowadays and the gender neutral bedding is just plain ugly or boring. Most importantly, I want to start calling baby by his or her name! I want to stop saying “he or she” and “his or her” (and I refuse to call my baby an “it” if at all possible.)
I’ve been feeling little kicks and bubbles pretty often and pretty consistently. Which lets me know that Little One is doing just fine. Hopefully not trying to punish me for that massive piece of german chocolate cake I had for my birthday, but kicking because he or she is a happy baby. I guess we’ll see!
*There is a huge debate on Babycenter as to what we should called the 20-week scan. Some moms get their panties in a twist if someone uses the term “gender” as opposed to the term “sex”. Yes, technically it’s a scan that can tell you which private parts your baby will be born with, not the identity they will feel they fit into in life. But do we really have to freak out about this kind of thing before the child is even aware that biological boys have penises and biological girls have a vagina? I mean, REALLY? Of all the things to have a bug up your ass about, a word? And then some moms are just annoyed because it’s not just to tell you what baby’s packing down there, it’s also to check out the whole body. Thus, “anatomy” scan.