the important part of the story
This is a two part story! Let's try to figure out which part is more important...
Part 1: MOAR BABIEZZZ
Dear Internet,
I am pregnant! Again! With a baby! Who is a girl!
I am happy to say that my Second Shot (of baby tequila) is going down a lot smoother than the first (isn't that how it always is?) No suicidal depression this time, AND, after the first three months my morning sickness really did go away. There was that little phase where the medical/industrial establishment insisted that she might have Downs, and provided an extensive menu of "testing" and "termination" options - but we escaped from their mad scientist clutches sans amnio, abortion, and disability - so it all worked out in the end.
For Future Fangirl Reference: I am now Quite Old (although not yet 40) so the test they do for Downs really did come back with some scary numbers. When we went to the genetics counselor, she said it was a combo of my age and a major hormone imbalance that had triggered the results. I asked her to compare Second Shot's test results to Tequila Jane's from back in the day. She was really surprised by my request - which I thought was very weird. This is a major research hospital, so I can't believe no one has ever thought to compare sibling results before...But anyway - when she checked it, it turned out that I did have the same hormone imbalance with TJ! I guess that's just how I roll. The thing that tipped the numbers into the red this time was my Advanced Maternal Age (and hearing aide, and cane, I guess.) We did another blood test and the numbers came back just fine - so there you have it.
If you ever have bad results come back from a nuchal scan, here is my advice:
1) Don't panic! Many false positives on this test!
2) Compare the results to your previous pregnancies if you can (that made me feel MUCH better)
3) Do the "sequential" blood test immediately! It took one second at my OBGYN when we finally did it - but the one second was put off by the week and a half we spent waiting to get the appointment with the genetic counselor, the actual appointment, endless debate about the dangers of an amnio (in my opinion - not worth the risk of miscarriage unless you would definitely abort a Downs baby.)
In summation, I am pregnant! Hooray! I am due in October, so I will be pregnant ALL SUMMER. Awesome.
love,
Jssangel.
The Second Part of the Story:
Yesterday, I had an OBGYN appoint scheduled in the afternoon.
Yesterday, it was 95 degrees out.
Yesterday, I was wearing black pants.
I left for my appointment a little late (because that, too, is how I roll) and my bus wasn't there, so I started hustling down the street. I sometimes forget that I can't do everything non-pregant Jssangel does, especially when it is hot out. So - hustle hustle hustle...whoa, the world looks sparkly, whoa the ground is moving, whoa the ground is on my FACE!
(I didn't quite pass out, but I definitely left the space/time continuum for a second there.)
When I re-integrated, I was surrounded by nice New Yorkers (New Yorkers are very nice, you guys) helping me sit up, and getting me water etc. One of them was a cop, one of them was a guy in denim shorts, and one of them was a sharp looking guy in a suit, who was...wearing make-up. !!???
("Dr. Hathaway? Are you wearing make-up?" I thought.)
They helped me inside a nearby building to cool off. The cop called an ambulance (over my protest), Denim Shorts found a place for me to sit, and Sharp Suit...with MAKEUP! helped me down, held my hand for a minute to be sure I was steady and then went on about his business.
The cop said his name was Bill. I am sad to say that I have forgotten the name of Denim Shorts, because immediately after he told me his name, he told me that the name of Sharp Suit was Tim McKay, and that he was wearing makeup because I had managed to faint in the middle of a street where they were filming a TV show called White Collar.
!!!
I think the real kudos in this situation must be split between a) the Republican Party for causing global warming and creating a 95 degree day in mid-June, and b) Second Shot, for being a really successful star-stalker, even in utero.
Part 1: MOAR BABIEZZZ
Dear Internet,
I am pregnant! Again! With a baby! Who is a girl!
I am happy to say that my Second Shot (of baby tequila) is going down a lot smoother than the first (isn't that how it always is?) No suicidal depression this time, AND, after the first three months my morning sickness really did go away. There was that little phase where the medical/industrial establishment insisted that she might have Downs, and provided an extensive menu of "testing" and "termination" options - but we escaped from their mad scientist clutches sans amnio, abortion, and disability - so it all worked out in the end.
For Future Fangirl Reference: I am now Quite Old (although not yet 40) so the test they do for Downs really did come back with some scary numbers. When we went to the genetics counselor, she said it was a combo of my age and a major hormone imbalance that had triggered the results. I asked her to compare Second Shot's test results to Tequila Jane's from back in the day. She was really surprised by my request - which I thought was very weird. This is a major research hospital, so I can't believe no one has ever thought to compare sibling results before...But anyway - when she checked it, it turned out that I did have the same hormone imbalance with TJ! I guess that's just how I roll. The thing that tipped the numbers into the red this time was my Advanced Maternal Age (and hearing aide, and cane, I guess.) We did another blood test and the numbers came back just fine - so there you have it.
If you ever have bad results come back from a nuchal scan, here is my advice:
1) Don't panic! Many false positives on this test!
2) Compare the results to your previous pregnancies if you can (that made me feel MUCH better)
3) Do the "sequential" blood test immediately! It took one second at my OBGYN when we finally did it - but the one second was put off by the week and a half we spent waiting to get the appointment with the genetic counselor, the actual appointment, endless debate about the dangers of an amnio (in my opinion - not worth the risk of miscarriage unless you would definitely abort a Downs baby.)
In summation, I am pregnant! Hooray! I am due in October, so I will be pregnant ALL SUMMER. Awesome.
love,
Jssangel.
The Second Part of the Story:
Yesterday, I had an OBGYN appoint scheduled in the afternoon.
Yesterday, it was 95 degrees out.
Yesterday, I was wearing black pants.
I left for my appointment a little late (because that, too, is how I roll) and my bus wasn't there, so I started hustling down the street. I sometimes forget that I can't do everything non-pregant Jssangel does, especially when it is hot out. So - hustle hustle hustle...whoa, the world looks sparkly, whoa the ground is moving, whoa the ground is on my FACE!
(I didn't quite pass out, but I definitely left the space/time continuum for a second there.)
When I re-integrated, I was surrounded by nice New Yorkers (New Yorkers are very nice, you guys) helping me sit up, and getting me water etc. One of them was a cop, one of them was a guy in denim shorts, and one of them was a sharp looking guy in a suit, who was...wearing make-up. !!???
("Dr. Hathaway? Are you wearing make-up?" I thought.)
They helped me inside a nearby building to cool off. The cop called an ambulance (over my protest), Denim Shorts found a place for me to sit, and Sharp Suit...with MAKEUP! helped me down, held my hand for a minute to be sure I was steady and then went on about his business.
The cop said his name was Bill. I am sad to say that I have forgotten the name of Denim Shorts, because immediately after he told me his name, he told me that the name of Sharp Suit was Tim McKay, and that he was wearing makeup because I had managed to faint in the middle of a street where they were filming a TV show called White Collar.
!!!
I think the real kudos in this situation must be split between a) the Republican Party for causing global warming and creating a 95 degree day in mid-June, and b) Second Shot, for being a really successful star-stalker, even in utero.