Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Week 15+: A Never told Story

One part of the second ultrasound story that we left out originally was that one of the first questions the ultrasound tech asks of course is, do you want to know the gender if I can tell? This question of course just makes me irritated as that is the last thing I care about – I’m obviously here for other concerns. So I replied we know but why don’t you confirm it. So after she scans the baby she gets down to the private areas and replies I’m pretty sure it’s a Boy. Both my husband and I reply “Uh that is not what we were told from the genetic test.” This was immediately concerning. Did they give us the right test results? I hadn’t seen them myself I only relied on the nurses words. Was there something else going on that we needed to be concerned about? So as soon as the doctor came in the ultrasound tech explained what was going on in regard to the gender. She of course was curious herself and after checking everything else out also said she was pretty sure it was a boy. I was a wreck. Was this true? Was the test wrong? Did we get the wrong results? Obviously I was more concerned about the overall health but this just throw an entire new spin to the trials and tribulations we were having. Luckily the ultrasound techs really knew what she saw and had called the genetic counselor and get a copy of the results. She must have been able to retrieve the info while the doctor was in the room with us. As soon as the doctor left the room and we gathered our things she went to call the genetic counselor and get a copy of the results too. We were walking over to the elevator and the ultrasound tech and doctor came out looking for us. We gathered in the doctor’s private office while she called the genetic counselor that was at her secondary location on this particular day (of course). The genetic counselor proceeded to say that yes she was looking at the results and it clearly said male.  I had requested her email me a copy of possible as I was in shock and couldn’t believe it! Were we really told 5 weeks ago that the gender was one thing and today told it they nurse who called me was absolutely wrong? This was insane. Good thing we hadn’t told anyone else. And how can a nurse who is reporting very important information read the results wrong?! I mean it’s not like it was a percentage. It said either female or male!


Once I got the test results sent to my email and I could see them for myself I felt better but was still in shock. Was this real life? And I was glad that the gender was the only test result that the nurse messed up! Gosh if that was test had shown anything else like it did last time what would she have reported then? Good thing I decided not to think about it too much but I know the genetic counselor took it upon herself to make sure the practice knew the mistake that was made.  (Did I mention she is awesome?) 

Week 20: The BIG one!

After travel for thanksgiving and some work travel it was time for the big ultrasound. I wasn't super nervous until right before we got into the car for our appointment. I think I knew if all went well at this appointment we would start telling friends and family about our secret. Up until this point our parents and siblings knew along with a few close friends and that was it. To me telling people made me feel scared and nervous. I didn't want people to ask a bunch of questions specifically the ones that revolve around how are you feeling? Are you excited? Etc. I didn't want to feel like I had to lie in my responses but I also didn't feel like I could truthful as someone responding they were excited yet super apprehensive was the normal response. Yes, I was super happy to be pregnant but no I did not like my growing belly (in fact I did everything I could to hide it), everything about this process was not beautiful to me, and no nothing was close to being rainbows and butterflies. But as long as everything went well the plan was to tell our grandparents before Christmas and then announce via social media on Christmas morning that we were expecting.

Luckily I had a friend who felt that being pregnant wasn't all that glamorous. She didn't love nor hate it but it was more of an inconvenience and an out of routine progress. I couldn't have agreed more. I was uncomfortable in my own skin and I knew I was only half way - it was only going to get worse. 

After the events of the last appointment I repeated the same line when the ultrasound tech asked if we wanted to know the gender. "We know; why don't you confirm?" The ultrasound tech scanned the baby and then the doctor arrived. She wanted to do her own ultrasound navigation and of course we cooperated and let her do her thing. Again she was happy to see nothing of concern and again was happy to even see the baby swallow (which is its own pee - my husband gets a kick out of that. Poor babies no wonder they loves the boobs so much once they're born. They only get to eat flavored amniotic fluid and pee for the first 9 months of their gestational life).

After the ultrasound we had to go check in with my ob/gyns office since I hadn't been there in a month. I think we waited longer than we were there as the doctor of few words was who we saw. Everything was fine and I scheduled my next appointment in 4 weeks. Now was the time to start preparing our announcement