One foot in the grave, one fetus growing in the belly
Well, that was fun. "That" being yesterday's consult with the genetic counselor. Given the fact that I'm--by their standards--geriatric in reproductive years, the odds are 1 in 131 that something will be wrong with the fetbryo. Blah blah blah...yes, I'm old; yes, I know the odds are higher, but hey, I already said we're up for the amnio so back off. Stick that in your hat. And she did: the amnio is scheduled for late August. You know, she said, a little early so that way you have more time. Thanks Debbie Downer. Wah-wah.
(When I was pregnant with J, my odds were 1 in 212 that something might be wrong with her. Which, according to the counselor, means I've gone up about a half-percentage point in risk since a year-and-a-half ago. Que sera sera lady. )
Today found me at the OB's for another u/s. Standard run of the mill stuff. What wasn't so standard was the dimmed soft lighting and the Frank Sinatra on the radio. I told her that setting the mood wasn't necessary since I was already knocked up. She laughed. And measured away. The fetus, being a fan of Sinatra, danced for our viewing pleasure. And showed off it's umbilical cord and heart, among other more blob-like indiscernible features. Measurements were 3 days off my actual gestational age but given the +/- in ultrasounds meant that all was spot on. They only worry when measurements are +/- 7 or more days.
Fatigue has wrapped its claws around me and will not let go. I could sleep all day if possible. But with J running around, it's not. She's 13 months old today...how fast time is going by. And how slow her teeth are in coming in. Nothing more since tooth #1 appeared back in the first week of June. Hmmmph.
Counting down to the arrival of her own #2, Menita over at Life's Jest Book wrote last week about how she was watching Polly enjoy her last days of only-childhood, unbeknownst to her (and a congratulatory shout out to Menita--who delivered Bingo this morning!). I'm starting to feel that way about J though I still have awhile to go, and starting to hope and worry that she won't one day resent the fact that we gave her a sibling. I hope that she won't wonder why she 'wasn't enough' or anything else along those lines.
In reality, she's more than I ever dreamed possible.