I’ve been away from the blogosphere for a few days while I’ve been sorting out my internetlessness and so was unable to tell you about the 12-week scan last Wednesday. I’m happy to report that Baby F passed her first real test with flying colours!! Her chances (and yes, she’s a she!) of having a fetal abnormality are much, much smaller than they were before we walked in the door.
All major organs are present and correct and basically she’s doing very well. Which has done wonders for our anxiety but of course not dispelled it totally (or even significantly). Because there’s always something more to worry about, isn’t there? I started worrying that all of the vigorous motions that the doctor was making with the scanner would harm the baby but apparently not. And the moment of sexing Baby F happened amazingly fast.
‘So do you want to know the sex of your baby?” said Dr K to L and then me about 25 minutes into the scan. She’d checked all the major and minor organs and done her measurements to determine the chances of T21 (Down’s). At the start of the scan Baby F measured 59mm, which Dr K told us was too small for a sex determination. But after L went out to empty her bladder, Baby F suddenly measured 61mm and so she could do the determination after all.
“Yes,” said L, looking at me for confirmation.
“Yes absolutely,” I said.
And within a second or so she was a she! I was amazed at how quickly the doctor could tell since I imagined that we’d all be squinting at the screen trying to work out if that little blob was actually a you-know-what. A penis. As for our reaction, well I think there’s an initial sense of shock. Because while we had no clear preferences either way and were just wanting a healthy baby, we’d started imagining that she was a he. I was coming up with silly boy names such as Buck and Pozzo to get a reaction out of L and she was calmly sticking to the name that she liked best. And then suddenly we’re ditching the boy fantasy and embracing the girl fantasy.
And I have to say that every time we see her we become more attached and are marvelling at the tiniest details. Such as that she seemed at one point to be sucking her thumb or waving to the scanner. And all those other little features which will probably only be fascinating to us. At one point she just fell asleep and it was cute to see the way that she almost seemed to fall on her face. They sleep for about 7 minutes and so she was able to wake up again with some gentle (and not so gentle) shaking of the ultrasound scanner.
I’m sure there’s some unwritten rule against revealing your baby’s sex before she’s actually born. But seeing as how we’ve broken most of the other rules, I guess there’s no real harm in breaking this one too?
But that was Wednesday and we’re now on Monday. And L is in pain. I haven’t cleared it with her that I can discuss such things as her growing pains on a public blog but it’s worrying. And as much as we say that it’s normal and of course her tummy will be sore as it expands to accommodate a growing uterus, it’s really not much fun at the moment. And so that’s where we are today. I think the reality of the tiredness and the growing pains are outweighing the excitement right now.
I hope to check in later in the week with a brief rundown of what I’ve been reading, but things here are a little crazy work-wise. Hope your week doesn’t involve cannabis-induced psychosis and some tyre-slashing.