Some updates

I am happy to report that no family members were harmed during Thanksgiving, nor did I spend the evening locked in the bedroom. I was a little miffed when my husband asked his parents to come over EARLY because he thought I needed help cleaning. First of all, even if I did need help cleaning, I am much too proud to admit it let alone actually delegate cleaning duties to others. If I had felt crappy that day, I would have simply told them to ignore the mess and blame it all on the pregnancy. Even when people offer, I am just not comfortable telling them, “You know, the floor could really stand a good mopping.” I just can’t do it. So instead I try to play the role of superwoman and get it all done myself. The exception is the hubby – I can delegate cleaning chores to him all day long and never feel one pang of guilt or shame. Regardless, the cleaning got mostly done and my portion of the food turned out wonderfully, no frozen pies were produced, and we even had a lovely visit with some unexpected, out of town relatives that we hadn’t seen in a long time. So for those keeping score, that’s one holiday production down, one to go…

And yesterday I had a consult with a Maternal Fetal Medicine Specialist (or high-risk doctor, if you will) because at 36 I am of advanced maternal age. Don’t even get me started on how unbelievably old that makes me feel. Anyway, after extensive ultrasound it was determined that there is a 99% chance the peanut is a girl, she has no markers whatsoever for Downs, and she appears to be healthy in every way. After learning there were no markers for Downs, we opted out of having an amniocentesis done. No, I would NOT like to have a long-ass needle poked through my abdomen into my uterus, thank you very much. So now I guess it’s time to get the name books out again and start picking girl names. To be honest, I was starting to want (in a completely passive aggressive way) to have a boy just because everyone wanted us to have a girl. And obviously it would have been easier if we had another boy because we already have all the boy “stuff” but deep down, it really didn’t matter. We will love her as much as we love Braden, and we welcome the wondrous challenges and differences of raising a little girl.