Q: When is the one time parents are overjoyed that their child labeled “completely average?”
A: When it’s a doctor talking about their baby’s heart and brain measurements.
Mbungo, it seems, is perfectly average! The 20 week ultrasound went off without a glitch this week. And as for me, I apparently have a “beautiful cervix.” (I told the doctor I wasn’t surprised–it’s the first thing people usually notice about me.)
I had been really, really freaked out for the ultrasound for, oh, about 20 weeks or so. I knew we’d be going back to the same place where I was scared out of my mind as I got an amniocentesis; where Angelo was diagnosed with T13; and where the final ultrasound confirmed that my baby had died in utero. I didn’t blog about all of my anxiety and the nightmares because I didn’t want my fear to get the idea it was boss around here, and I have to say that the week leading up to the appointment was the calmest one of my pregnancy. Take that, fear!
People ask me if I feel a huge relief now, knowing my baby is healthy, and sometimes I do. But I’ve read too many stories and know way too much about what can go wrong to perfectly healthy babies to start counting this chicken before it hatches. He moves a lot now, and instead of being comforted by each movement I’m scared that he’s getting the cord wrapped around his neck. That’s a fear I haven’t smacked into place quite yet.
Oh! And I sent out a couple of these cards…
…with this poem inside:
This card is more than
It first appears
It has a secret for you
If the card is pink
we’re having a girl
But if we’re having a boy…
And just in case you have a black-and-white monitor:
Does that make this a porn site? If it does, you’re all a bunch of PERVS!
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Crab stuffed avocado
Biscuits and jam