Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Got Hope? - Ultrasound update 14 weeks

"Got Hope?" That's what a bumper sticker read that I saw right after my ultrasound on Friday. I couldn't relate more. My whole life seems to be dependent on hope these days. Hope every day that these little nuggets move forward and prove that this bad string of events is now at a close.

My ultrasound on Friday went fine. Again surprisingly enough they are still both there. And growing. My ob warned me to not take to heart the ultrasound measurements at this appt. because they are often off during this transition time between the first trimester and second, which instantly alarmed me. I was like, what? what do you mean? Measure them. Let me see! And then measured them and to her surprise they measured exactly 14 weeks and 13 weeks 6 days, which by her standards is slightly ahead since I believe she counted friday as more of 13 weeks 5 days. Huge sigh of relief. I mean I know twins at some point will be slightly behind in growth due to two of them being in there and being born smaller but I'd prefer to have them right on target for as long as possible. She also told me to not worry about "not gaining any weight yet". Which is often the case in the first trimester with someone suffering from nausea. I failed to mention that I did in fact gain weight...because I lost like 4-5 pound since last seeing her and has gained it back since then...leaving me, exactly at the weight I was during my last visit.

Speaking of nausea, I was finally getting used to the idea that the nausea was diminishing and I could focus on my other worries until Friday when it started up all over again. And has since been just as bad. Ugh. Helloooo people! It's the 2nd trimester!!!!

Fatigue also returned and I spent most of the weekend just taking naps or trying to get a little bit of shopping done here and there.

Another concern I had was in regards to some, errr "leaking" if you will, that has been taking place especially last week. I freaked out thinking that it might be amnio fluid but read that if it smells like ammonia it's urine and not amnio fluid. So off I go to the women's restroom at work to smell. Nice. Low and behold it did smell like ammonia...so no worries there people...the nuggets are okay I apparently have just turned into a 90 year old grandmother who can't hold her water. Fabulous.


The last but certainly not the least subject that was talked about at the appt. was the amnio. She asked what I had decided. I told her that I have my appt. set and although we may change our minds we currently are planning to go ahead with it. I told her of course I'm scared to death and she agreed that is natural. She brought up a good point though that I would have probably thought of eventually on my own. She said sometimes it's easier when you already have an older child and you have a special needs child later. At first I didn't understand what she meant. Did she mean that at least you had one healthy child already? Then she went on to explain that if you have an older child you know that that child will still be around when you and your spouse are long gone and can take care of the special needs person when they are an adult. Very true I thought... of course I also thought that I'm not entirely sure that I would like to even put that burden on a sibling if I had a choice. The bottom line is that not only do I feel I wouldn't be able to handle a special needs child just the idea of leaving them alone in the world (or two of them in the world) without knowing who would take care of them crushes me. I guess just another thought in the bucket as to why getting an amnio would help for me in particular. I also asked her if she had had any patients (twins or single pregnancies) that lost their babies during an amnio. She said no, she herself did not. Which made me feel better. But then again some one's got to be that damn .5%. I also asked her about the Dr. that was suggested for me to have the amnio with. And she said he is excellent and the best she knows of in the city. And knows he's done hundreds of thousands of these throughout the years and says I most likely will have more scans by him when I get further along because she has him scan all of her twin pregnancies. Hmmm interesting. So bottom line, her optimism was a little contagious and I'm feeling much better about the decision.


With that said, I still haven't told my work about the pregnancy and am growing bigger by the minute. I figure I'll get to the end of this week and see how I look. After this week I only have 2 more weeks before the amnio. Let's see if I'll make it that long being under wraps. Of course I'd prefer to say nothing at all until I know everything is fine with the amnio results.

3 comments:

Ms. Planner said...

Oh gosh. Thank you for the kind words and shout out on your blog a few days ago.

I went and re-read that post written almost a year ago and it brought me back to how absolutely sick (nausea) and terrified I was back then. What a dark place it was to be.

But it is always darkest before the dawn. A cheesy saying, I know. But I cannot tell you how filled with light I was when I learned Missy had the correct number of chromosomes -- and, was, in fact a Missy and not a Junior -- after my CVS. Life is rarely easy. But the situation surround our genetic testing was particularly tough for me.

I am glad my ramblings have had a positive affect on someone out there. Sticking by you in your time of darkness. Thinking of you!

xoxo, Ms Planner

Fiddle1 said...

Have you taken pictures of your belly? If the weather keeps getting cooler, I bet you could hide it for the next few weeks under sweaters and such. I can't imagine the anxiety you feel with the amnio, but I am glad you felt optimistic and reassured of your decision after you left the OB. Great news on the twins measuring right on target!

docgrumbles said...

Glad they are both still in there and growing, and with no amnio leakage.