Wow. This virus is apparently wrecking havoc with my brain because I’ve started this post about three times. It’s going all over the map.
I was going to write about how this pregnancy is so different from the last one, but I got sidetracked while reading old blog posts. So then I was going to write about how my blogging style has evolved in the last few years, but those thoughts got all confused too. Maybe it’s just too much to summarize in just a few lines. I’m going to think that through a little and try to figure it out so I can write about it a little more. It has to do with my I’m so much less leery about writing about my life now than before, and probably a little about my dad…
C is feeling a ton better. Yesterday the doctor diagnosed her with a double ear infection and something that might have turned into pneumonia if we had let it progress any longer. Two doses of antibiotics later and she’s breathing better and sleeping better!
My chest is more and more congested and my nose is starting to run. I’m hoping to sleep it off, but I doubt it’ll work.
Monday I’m going in for this baby’s Neuchal Transleucency test. It’s going to be a fun day of doctor’s appointments, blood pricks and ultrasounds. I remember feeling so cocky before I went in for C’s scan. I feel like the results of that test robbed me of any peace of mind for future pregnancies. I’m refusing to let myself get emotionally involved until we get the all clear. Having to go from thrilled to terrified and back to thrilled was just too difficult last time, I just can’t do it again.
M and I have decided that if the NT scan goes well and the results are good then we will not proceed to Amnio. It’s not worth risking a miscarriage, and it’s definitely not worth the pain. That said, the odds of the results being good are slim. I’ve been warned that I might just carry the blood proteins that make the test come up positive. I’m going into this barrage of tests knowing full well that the results might be bad, knowing that in a few weeks I might have to face the dreaded needle. I’m ready for that, and I’m grateful to live in a time and place that allows me to know what we are facing before we have to tell the real world that we are expecting our second child.