I saw an email asking me to moderate a blog comment today, and I was like “hey, I have a blog, and someone read it one time.” (Thanks, bodyshopgirl, I’ve been following you for the last few months because of the DH cancer connection, and you’re an amazing and engaging writer).
Here’s the redux of the last 19 weeks. I felt terrible until about 15 weeks, and was spotting significantly until 13 weeks, and positive I was going to have a miscarriage due to said spotting, but didn’t. I did the Harmony test (cell free fetal DNA testing with a maternal blood sample) and found out at 12 weeks that my baby didn’t have any of the more popular chromosomal abnormalities (trisomies and monosomies of 13,18, 21, X or Y) and was likely a girl. This seemed improbable, since there have been no girls born in DH’s family for 100 years. However, it was verified by the level II ultrasound, which, more importantly, showed all organs accounted for and apparently functioning as expected.
I’m still getting over my shock at being on the good side of a statistic (IUI success) but I’m no longer spending most of my time awaiting cataclysm. My uterus ruptured in labor with DS, which puts me a high risk for a repeat rupture, so I’m going to have a scheduled c-section at 37 weeks. Assuming I don’t go into labor on my own before then, fingers crossed. (For what it’s worth, the odd of rupture of an unscarred uterus are something like 1:16,000, speaking of being on the wrong side of odds).
Still not sure what to do with this space – I’m hoping for a boring rest of pregnancy, birth, and babyhood. I’ve got some rants in me, perhaps I’ll come back to unleash them.