I went this week for my nuchal translucency scan because I am old as Methusalah and what the hell am I thinking having a baby at my advanced maternal age? If you have never heard of the NT, it is basically a sharper ultrasound where they measure a neckfold and search for a nasal bone to determine your risk for having a child with chromosomal disorders.
Good news! We have nasal bone and low measuring neckfold! BUT, we have an unfused amniotic sac that may or may not be a signal of chromosomal defects. I go back in four weeks for another scan and to donate more blood and should find out something definitive the week after Thanksgiving.
I am really not stressed about this, even after googling this condition (damn google) and finding that it could lead to Trisomy 18 and even fetal death, I accept what it is: something I cannot change and will deal with if and when the time comes. Plus, the doctor told me he was almost sure he was looking at a healthy baby, but he could make no promises, and he was just such a nice guy I have to trust that. I love this doctor! He's not my regular one, he's a maternal fetal specialist, but if he delivered babies I would drop my OB in a minute, even if he did keep me waiting for two hours. He was a dead ringer for William H. Macy and who doesn't love William H. Macy?
But as for the baby, it is 7.3 centimeters long and measuring right on target which puts me right about 14 weeks. It's heart rate was 159 and it can move it's arms and legs and roll around. I will tell you that I finally had a dream about this baby, at least I suppose it was this baby, and I got a gender and a name BUT I am keeping it to myself because I like having that little secret just for me. Not that it is solid information because I do not have special powers to dream the future, but who knows, we shall see.
All my life I thought I'd be the perfect mother. I even majored in it. I aced all the child development classes I took toward my degree in, wait for it, Early Childhood Development and Elementary Education.
And then they were born. First Jacob, who is 8, then Adam, who is 4, and our biggest surprise, Elizabeth who is 2.
As much as I really wanted to be, I am finding out I am no June Cleaver. For starters, The Beav never had a baby sister.