Monday, April 6, 2009
This morning was my big appointment with the perinatal specialist at the hospital where I'll be delivering my baby. The first part of the appointment was genetic counseling, because I'm old. That was really fun, having to explain my mother's crazy family and their medical history as I know it. They also had my test results that I didn't get last week. When all was said and done, they gave me 1 in 5000 chance of having a baby with Downs Syndrome, which is much lower than my 1 in 330 chance based on my age.
Next up was the level 2 ultrasound. I was really excited about it, especially after finding out that my baby is most likely healthy. The ultrasound took a really long time because they check and measure every little thing on the baby. A little more than half-way through the ultrasound, my entire world was rocked. There was a penis on the screen, and I just wasn't prepared for it. I'll admit I cried. A lot.
Eventually, the ultrasound was finished, and the doctor came in to go over the results. He was really nice. He asked me how old I was, because he said I didn't look like I could possibly be over 29. He basically told us that my baby looks perfect, and that because they could find no signs of any chromosomal abnormalities, I could go ahead and cut my chances in half, to 1 in 10,000. He recommended against the amniocentesis because the chances of losing the pregnancy from that is much higher (1 in 300) than my baby having any issues.
The doc also mentioned that their ultrasound measurements gave them an EDD for me, so I asked him what they had gotten, since I had an idea that I might be a bit further along than the 17 weeks 6 days my current EDD (9/8) made me. According to my previous ultrasound results that my OB sent them, I was due 9/3, and according to the ultrasound this morning, I am now due 08/31. So, the fact that I got pregnant in the first place, and am having a boy, makes a lot more sense now, knowing that I ovulated a lot earlier than I should have.
So, now we are faced with the daunting task of coming up with a name for this little guy. You'd think that it would be a lot easier than picking a girl's name, since we have already used so many, but really, it's not. I already had a girl's name picked out. And I am completely clueless about boys' names. I can't seem to locate my baby names book, either.