We got up exceptionally early to make our doctor appt at 8 am. The new ultrasound tech did a much better job this time around at keeping us in the loop on what was going on and what she was looking at. To ease our minds before she dived deep into the organ snapshots, she got us the money shot.
The old wives tales are untrue. All of the mother intuition and cravings, not to mention the missing silky smooth hair and glowing skin, are wrong. Ash and I had to verify she was sure this little babe was a she. The darling father's face didn't go all white, but you could see the football and soccer aspirations go down the drain in his eyes. And oh god, I am about to be drowned out in pepto bismo pink. Super.
The genetic counselor was amazing and really put us at ease. She walked us through the possibilities and told us that as far as she's concerned, everything is ok. They see this alot and most the time it's absolutely nothing. In our case, it's a 1 in 5000 chance that anything else is wrong using information they have. No tripsome 18 or downs and very little chance of stillborn.
We get to move on and enjoy this pregnancy as best we can without more stress. Now to drown ourselves in baby pink.
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