We went to see the Doctor this morning. I was nervous because we were going to get the results for all the blood work back. Also, I knew we were going to start going over everything in more detail since we’ve reached a major milestone at 12 weeks in regards to odds of a miscarriage. The first thing we did was measure my belly. I was hoping we’d do another sonogram, but instead we got to hear the baby’s heartbeat. That was unbelievably cool; it just beat so fast. Jeremy looked happy. I wanted to cry. I guess we seemed apprehensive because Dr. Hank said, “this is good. This is all good. You’ve got a baby!”
After that we moved to his office and sat down and went over my blood work and he reviewed a bunch of paperwork with us. The discussion turned very un-fun when we got onto the topic of chromosomal testing (either a CVS test or amniocentesis) and whether or not we should do it since I’ll be over the age of 35 at the time of delivery. It’s hard to discuss the possibility that something could be wrong with our baby, but it had to be done. So, we left the office with a folder with too much information and slips of paper to make appointments for a CVS test and an ultrasound.
As soon as we walked outside I burst into tears. It’s hard to be positive and think positively when statistics start getting thrown around. I guess I felt a little beat down by the question of ‘what if…’
