Sounds like a Washington DC term right? Well I guess it sort of is. As a follow up test to my NT scan (the ultrasound), the maternal fetal medicine doctor took a boat load of blood in order to run various tests to check for genetic abnormalities. Well after a horrendous day at work, I almost forgot to call my doctor to get the results. I really hope this is not any indication of what kind of mother I'll be. I mean who forgets to call and get the results of their kids' tests? Well, apparently I do.
Anyway, so at 4 o'clock today, I finally remember to call to see if all is okay with Baby Muppet and 5 horribly long minutes later (I was beginning to expect some bad news), the nurse comes back on the phone and said "yep every thing's negative." Um great, thanks, all those years in Med School have finally paid off, I totally understood everything she said. Thanks for the clarification lady. So I politely asked, "Um so negative is good right?" "Yep" she squeaks out.
So all is well in Baby Muppet land. Perhaps next time, I won't forget to call about Muppet's blood tests. Perhaps I'll be a little more conscientious in the future.
Having the peace of mind that Baby Muppet is okay and all is well, well, it just doesn't get any better than that.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Only 3 more weeks.
Only 3 more weeks until we find out the sex of baby Muppet. Our appointment is on March 13th in the afternoon.
Which brings me to a question, how is it that people just "know" what you are having? I mean, take my mom for example, she calls Muppet "little MISS Muppet." How does mom KNOW it's a girl? Is it because she had a girl and is therefore says it by default? Is it becasue she has some super 6th sense or "Mommy intuition?" In her defense, she does say that Muppet could be a boy (she just thinks that Muppet is a girl) but is going to be thrilled with whatever Muppet is. How about my friends with boys, do they "know" it's going to be a boy?
I don't "know" anything or have any intution either way, is that going to make me a bad mom, and when will I develop "mother's intuition?" By the way, my cousin Ericka developed her's immediately. I think when Mason (her son) popped out, her's was already honed in. The reason I say so is becasue I must not have been more than 5 1/2 weeks along and I went to visit Mason in the hospital and she immediatly knew I was pregnant. How do you people do this?
Chris and I were discussing mother's intution and "knowing" if Muppet was a girl or boy. We were disucssing this at dinner Wednesday night- he took me to Olive Garden, such a sweet man. He doesn't have any clue either. He would also rather wait until the baby is born to find out the sex, but I've got to plan. I've got to plan whether to paint the nursery orange checkerboard or orange checkerboard, just kidding. I'd only paint the nursery orange checkerboard if Muppet is a boy or girl.
Anyway, in 3 weeks, we'll find out if we are buying pink or blue and how baby Muppet is progressing along. Seeing that baby on ultrasound, it can't be any better than that.
Which brings me to a question, how is it that people just "know" what you are having? I mean, take my mom for example, she calls Muppet "little MISS Muppet." How does mom KNOW it's a girl? Is it because she had a girl and is therefore says it by default? Is it becasue she has some super 6th sense or "Mommy intuition?" In her defense, she does say that Muppet could be a boy (she just thinks that Muppet is a girl) but is going to be thrilled with whatever Muppet is. How about my friends with boys, do they "know" it's going to be a boy?
I don't "know" anything or have any intution either way, is that going to make me a bad mom, and when will I develop "mother's intuition?" By the way, my cousin Ericka developed her's immediately. I think when Mason (her son) popped out, her's was already honed in. The reason I say so is becasue I must not have been more than 5 1/2 weeks along and I went to visit Mason in the hospital and she immediatly knew I was pregnant. How do you people do this?
Chris and I were discussing mother's intution and "knowing" if Muppet was a girl or boy. We were disucssing this at dinner Wednesday night- he took me to Olive Garden, such a sweet man. He doesn't have any clue either. He would also rather wait until the baby is born to find out the sex, but I've got to plan. I've got to plan whether to paint the nursery orange checkerboard or orange checkerboard, just kidding. I'd only paint the nursery orange checkerboard if Muppet is a boy or girl.
Anyway, in 3 weeks, we'll find out if we are buying pink or blue and how baby Muppet is progressing along. Seeing that baby on ultrasound, it can't be any better than that.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Follow Up Appointment to my NT Scan
After arriving home very late, and without Chris on Tuesday night following the family vacation, I had to get up Wednesday morning to go to a doctor's appointment. It was the follow up to the 12 week NT scan to see if there are any genetic abnormalities with baby Muppet. They took a boatload of blood and told me I'd get my results in a week. So, my prayer request, please pray that baby Muppet is a-okay.
This week, we are 16 weeks along, and hopefully Muppet is growing like a weed. I think I might have felt baby Muppet over the weekend in Denver, but I'm not sure. Only time will tell if it was just gas or the baby. But if it was baby Muppet, it just doesn't get any better than that!
This week, we are 16 weeks along, and hopefully Muppet is growing like a weed. I think I might have felt baby Muppet over the weekend in Denver, but I'm not sure. Only time will tell if it was just gas or the baby. But if it was baby Muppet, it just doesn't get any better than that!
Denver/ Family Ski Trip
Chris and I spent a nice relaxing President's Day weekend in Denver and Keystone Resort with Carla, Chad and Mary. On Saturday we went on a sleigh ride. It was so pretty, it was snowing and very cold. When we arrived at our destination, we stopped, took pictures, froze and drank what was supposed to be hot apple cider but turned out to be almost luke warm. But whatever, the mountains were there, the snow was falling and it was amazing.
While everyone went skiing on Sunday, I went to the spa. It was so relaxing and wonderful and coincidentally, my first prenatal massage. I was so pampered, I should really think about convincing Chris that I should have one of these every week. I got to drink lemon and cucumber infused water, which was so refreshing. The spa was set up like the mountain lodges you see on TV. It was one amazing experience. I also got my very first facial. Such a relaxing and pampering day.
Chris had a great time skiing and managed not to hurt his knees or fall, thank God for small favors. I guess I should explain, Chris and his brother Chad made a bet that whichever one fell first would have to ski down the mountain without a shirt. Step back ladies, he's all mine!!! The resort was heavenly, the mountains were majestic and the air was so clean.
We are back in DC, things are back to normal, and back to the daily grind of life. I'll post some pictures when I get them loaded off the camera. One thing I will say about Colorado, besides it being one of the most beautiful places on Earth, was that it was cold. I mean really really cold. Even bundling up, you still froze. Small sacrifices for the beauty that God has made. It doesn't get much better than that.
While everyone went skiing on Sunday, I went to the spa. It was so relaxing and wonderful and coincidentally, my first prenatal massage. I was so pampered, I should really think about convincing Chris that I should have one of these every week. I got to drink lemon and cucumber infused water, which was so refreshing. The spa was set up like the mountain lodges you see on TV. It was one amazing experience. I also got my very first facial. Such a relaxing and pampering day.
Chris had a great time skiing and managed not to hurt his knees or fall, thank God for small favors. I guess I should explain, Chris and his brother Chad made a bet that whichever one fell first would have to ski down the mountain without a shirt. Step back ladies, he's all mine!!! The resort was heavenly, the mountains were majestic and the air was so clean.
We are back in DC, things are back to normal, and back to the daily grind of life. I'll post some pictures when I get them loaded off the camera. One thing I will say about Colorado, besides it being one of the most beautiful places on Earth, was that it was cold. I mean really really cold. Even bundling up, you still froze. Small sacrifices for the beauty that God has made. It doesn't get much better than that.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
12 Weeks- almost out of the first trimester
During my 10 week appointment, Chris and I were able to hear the heartbeat of Baby Muppet. It was a strong 176 beats per minute. While we were there, the doctor asked if we would like to have some genetic screening done. Though, it wasn't necessary, it did come with an extra ultrasound and since Chris didn't get to see the first one, I thought this would be an amazing opportunity for Chris to see the baby.
2 weeks later we are in an ultrasound room waiting for the tech to start the process. Immediately baby Arnold came into view, what a relief, everything was a-okay! Except for one minor problem, the baby was asleep and wasn't cooperating. The tech needed to measure the width of the neck (it indicates the possibility of Downs Syndrome) and the baby wasn't having any of it. Baby Muppet didn't want to awaken from the deep slumber no matter how much the tech giggled my tummy, prodded my tummy and even pushed deeply on my tummy.
Finally the tech asked which one of us was stubborn. I quickly responded, Um that would be my husband Chris. He owns that trait, never mind the fact that stubborn happens to be my middle name too!
The tech, apparently realizing that baby Arnold wasn't going to cooperate and move around so she could finish her measurements, pulled my seat back up and made me complete a form and said we'd try again in a few minutes. Well, that must have been the straw that broke the camel's back. That really made the baby mad. When the tech reclined my chair, there was Baby Muppet kicking, punching and generally really angry that he/she had been woken up. It was really neat to see the baby moving around. I'm so glad that I wasn't able to feel the baby yet because all of Muppet's movements looked like it could have been really painful.
Seeing your baby move, kick (mad or not), and have a good strong heartbeat is amazing. Experiencing it with my husband, the love of my life, my biggest cheerleader was nothing short of magical. It just doesn't get any better than this.
2 weeks later we are in an ultrasound room waiting for the tech to start the process. Immediately baby Arnold came into view, what a relief, everything was a-okay! Except for one minor problem, the baby was asleep and wasn't cooperating. The tech needed to measure the width of the neck (it indicates the possibility of Downs Syndrome) and the baby wasn't having any of it. Baby Muppet didn't want to awaken from the deep slumber no matter how much the tech giggled my tummy, prodded my tummy and even pushed deeply on my tummy.
Finally the tech asked which one of us was stubborn. I quickly responded, Um that would be my husband Chris. He owns that trait, never mind the fact that stubborn happens to be my middle name too!
The tech, apparently realizing that baby Arnold wasn't going to cooperate and move around so she could finish her measurements, pulled my seat back up and made me complete a form and said we'd try again in a few minutes. Well, that must have been the straw that broke the camel's back. That really made the baby mad. When the tech reclined my chair, there was Baby Muppet kicking, punching and generally really angry that he/she had been woken up. It was really neat to see the baby moving around. I'm so glad that I wasn't able to feel the baby yet because all of Muppet's movements looked like it could have been really painful.
Seeing your baby move, kick (mad or not), and have a good strong heartbeat is amazing. Experiencing it with my husband, the love of my life, my biggest cheerleader was nothing short of magical. It just doesn't get any better than this.
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