jaysaint Getting it all down on paper…

Getting our anatomy scan was the high point of the pregnancy so far, although I’m sure more excitement is coming.

It was such a relief to see the brain INSIDE the head, the liver INSIDE the body, etc. Arms and legs are all present and accounted for. There was even a moment where we watched a tiny hand raise up and teeny, tiny fingers fan out. It was over in a flash and I didn’t get a chance to count to five. But we know he has all his limbs and at least some fingers!

I drank a bottle of orange juice, so we got to watch him fidget around and bob his monkey head from the sugar rush. Right now he’s breech and facing forward. I get a huge kick out of that because when I sit at my computer it’s almost like he’s sitting in my lap watching the screen. If I were transparent.

His brain has all its bits, and they’re all in the right places. Same for his heart. We did get one piece of information that, while not a disaster, is something we could have done without. The baby has an echographic cardiac focus. That’s a bright spot in the heart, and it’s a soft marker for Down’s Syndrome and Trisomy 18. It’s not diagnostic, it’s not even highly indicative. But it’s something. The doctor reading our sono set up an appointment with a genetic counselor for us this Friday. I’ve been playing phone tag with my OB as well. So, I don’t know if we’ll do amnio or not. If we’re impressed enough with the Roosevelt perinatologist then we’ll probably do it just so that we don’t have to worry the next few months away. At least not about that.

I don’t do a lot of linking here, but this spoke to me more today than all the Hallmark commercials. But I like those too.

The Political Crucible of Motherhood.

It’s my first, and I’m guessing easiest, Mother’s Day. At least for many years, anyway. Since the baby is still safely tucked away (19 weeks today) I’m taking full advantage by lounging and eating whatever food Damon puts in front of me. I’m also watching the first season of The Chappelle Show, which I think won’t work out when there’s a kid in the house.

Tomorrow we have our anatomy scan, which should tell us if all the innards are in the right place and working fine. If we’re lucky, we can also find out if it’s a boy or a girl. It would be nice to move to a more congenial pronoun.

I’m enjoying all the sweet wishes I’m getting today. I feel like I’m finally in a club I’ve been trying to join for a few years. Damon gave me a lovely necklace with an opal (October’s birth stone) this morning. So nice.

If anyone could tell me where to get tube socks for babies I would be grateful. I want the white kind with the colored stripes around the top. I can’t find them anywhere, and I want to put them on my baby all the time. My search on eBay only turns up ones that say things like “Sexy!” in the description so I’m really hoping they’re for adults.

Can you think of anything better for a baby to wear than tube socks? I can’t.

On an unrelated note, ‘s last post about the 5-second rule reminded me of Damon’s disgusting habit of picking up pennies off the street. Every time he does it I make a horrible face and then he says, “It’s good luck!” and then I say, “Good luck with your ebola.” I shudder to think what’s on those petri dish pennies.