The day finally arrives when we attend our "big anatomy screening." Of course, Stamford Hospital likes to make its patients wait for appointments so 90 minutes after arriving, we finally are set up with the sonographer. She is fast; they are clearly behind in their schedule, but Mike and I are still able to bask in the beauty of our little baby on the screen. Everything is healthy. Our baby is healthy, average in a good way, and we even get to see some 3-D images when the doctor (who takes more time with us than the sonographer does) visits us. I can see why some parents pay to go to companies who simply show ultrasounds of their babies. It is amazing to see such detail--the eyes, the nose, the fingers.
After we finish with my ultrasound, we race to my OB appointment (my doctor kindly suggests I schedule his appointment right after the hospital visit to save us an extra trip in to CT). The appointment seems uneventful and smooth until I mention I've been having a lot of braxton hicks contractions. My OB is surprised. "Are you sure you're not having round ligament pain?" "Yes, I'm sure. I mean, I have that too, and I know the difference. This feels like nothing else. I can feel my uterus tightening too. I also sometimes feel a lot of pressure very low down, which I didn't feel in my first pregnancy until toward the end." I had recently looked up online and read that while most women feel braxton hicks contractions starting around 28 weeks, it's possible to feel them as early as the second month of pregnancy. I haven't been worried that sometimes I feel them every few minutes for perhaps an hour while I'm working on the computer. Of course, I knew I should mention this information (my friend recently told me of a girl she knew who was experiencing that and was put on bed rest). But I hadn't been worried.
But now my OB says it's best to check everything out, to make sure my cervix is still doing what its supposed to (or, not doing what it's not supposed to). He tells me he's 90% sure everything is fine, and I ask what would happen if everything is not fine. "You might need a stitch to the cervix and be put on bed rest for a few months." I scowl at this notion. "But let's check it out right now, and then we can all sleep well this weekend. It's probably fine."
I don't know what my OB is really thinking--he conveys the emotions of a man who is 90% sure everything is just fine. And honestly, I feel everything is fine as well.
I ask him a few more questions, and he smiles saying, "Come on, ask me some hard ones." But alas. Let's continue with another uneventful pregnancy.
After the appointment, Mike and I go out to a nice restaurant, walking through tiny snowflakes, and enjoy another afternoon date, enjoying the food, the company, the idea that we now know the sex of our baby, and perusing through the string of 3-D images from the ultrasound.
2013: The Year in Pictures
7 years ago