As if an ordinary pregnancy doesn't bring enough emotional craziness enough, I have this way of really spicing things up.
We went for an ultrasound about two weeks ago. I go for monthly ultrasounds with the perinatologist and I really love that I get to see baby so much. Well I love it and hate it. I do get myself a little worked up on these visits, almost like I am preparing myself for bad news because that would be easier than going in thinking everything is cheery and being caught off guard if it isn't. I will never forget with Gabriel watching them take measurements at my 21 week ultrasound and seeing them smaller than 21 weeks. I said "Oh, he's a little guy" and the lady doing the ultrasound told me "yes, the Dr. will probably talk to you about that". I didn't think anything of it, actually I felt almost a little proud that I have always been a big girl but I was eating so well that my baby wasn't all blown up and oversized. What irony.
Anyway, I do look forward to seeing how little chum chum is doing, good or bad. I really watch as they look at the anatomy, I try to stay relaxed and focus getting a glimpse of the goods, but the eagle eyes really come out when they are taking measurements. And I have gotten pretty good about being able to follow everything as they go. So far this baby is measuring right on schedule, a little ahead. Thank God for the small things. If the he ever fell below the 50% mark (which obviously 1/2 of all babies do) I think I might stroke out.
So as we are going through the process and still haven't found out the sex of the baby yet and she says she's going to go get Dr. B to see if he can tell. Well probably even outside of my previously mentioned over anxious state I know it is really never a good sign for the person doing the ultrasound to leave and go get the doc mid ultrasound. Long story short, there is an issue with the way the umbilical cord is inserted in the placenta. Normal insertion is in the center of the placenta, and mine is not. The doctor himself really tried for a good 1/2 hr to tell where/ how the card was inserted, and can see that it is not in the center of the placenta, but just couldn't see it where it was inserted.
The complications with cord insertion vary from baby could be fine or baby could be small because cord 'kinks up' and decreases nutrients from placenta to baby, to baby could need delivery via c-section at 35-36 weeks because going into labor would be dangerous. Right now we don't really know what the risks are because we can't see the cord insertion. BUT, my doctor kept reiterating that either way there is nothing to be done now. I am already getting monthly ultrasounds, and by the time we need to make any decision about what needs to happen re delivery, then we will know more about this little cord issue.
So, with that in mind, I am choosing to (try my hardest to) not think too much about what I cannot change and focus on the fact that baby is getting all it needs now, as a matter of fact little chum chum is quite a chunk. And this time I am so proud to have a big baby! He/she is above the 70% mark for size for his/her age and weighed 12 oz at 20 weeks. Just for a little perspective, that is normally the weight hit around the 21-22 week mark. No wonder I feel so big sometimes!
On the stubborn front, we still do not know the sex of this little one. Once again, legs crossed at the ankles is chum chum's position of choice, like sunning in a lounge chair at the beach. My big take away is this- baby is going to do his/her own thing, on his/her own timeline. I am sure this will be a definite test of patience, but there could be worse things. Especially if baby stays in beach mode. And, as Sohail pointed out, if it's a girl, at least she's modest.
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