Bones are always sort of useful. I had the so-called level 2 ultrasound yesterday, and it was pretty nifty. Maternal Fetal Medicine was running behind, and we didn’t get in for our 11:00 appointment until about 11:40 or 11:45. But given that this is the very first time we’ve had to wait I can’t really complain. I’d brought the newspaper with me, and we went in just as I ran out of reading material.
This appointment was so that they could take a good look at all of the anatomical structure and make sure everything is doing what it’s supposed to. The short answer there is "yes." Everything is there in the right numbers, what’s supposed to be open is open, what’s supposed to be closed is closed. So in all likelihood we’re clear of spina bifida or any related issues. We were able to make out a lot of the structures that they were measuring – all the tiny bones of the hands and feet were clearly identifiable, and I could make out the upper arms and lower legs because you could see the double bones. Ribs were pretty obvious, and reminded me of a few northern pike that I’ve eaten over the years. The kidneys? If you say that’s what that part of the blur is, I’ll just take your word for it. I couldn’t see a thing. I could see the heart – the fact that you can see it beating is kind of a give-away. But the ventricles in the brain, the kidneys, the bladder, - I couldn’t make any of that out. The technician says that they’re there, and that’s the important thing. They had a hard time getting a look at her lip because she had a hand in the way, but the doctor finally got it – by poking her a few times until she moved. That was kind of odd – they poke me, and something else moves out of the way.
She is a VERY squirmy little girl. This has huge potential to be very uncomfortable once she gets bigger, and I am reminded that my nickname before I was born was "Thumper." This doesn’t bode well for the amount of time that she’ll probably spend kicking my bladder. Right now she’s breech, but at eighteen weeks it doesn’t really matter. At thirty-five weeks it’ll matter. It’s another family tradition. I’m told that I was both breech and what they call occiput posterior – or as my father likes to put it I "was born upside down and ass-backwards, and have been doing things that way ever since."
All in all, it was a fun appointment. I have two new pictures for the fridge – a "face" picture that I refer to as the "Tim Burton baby" because it’s a little skull, and a profile that is more reassuring but also more of the classic ultrasound "congratulations, you’re having a... smudge?" sort of picture. She looks less like a tadpole than she did in the first one though.
Perhaps I’m not taking this seriously enough, but I figure I’m really going to need my sense of humor later on, so I’m making sure that I have a firm grasp of the ridiculous now.
So that’s it for the "special" appointments for a while. Now it’s just the monthly checkups until/unless either my blood sugar or my blood pressure looks bad. Now if there was only something to be done about the damn congestion...