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||[Jan. 16th, 2007|01:07 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
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We had a lovely weekend at S&C's where the guest bed is some kind of magical force of wonder in the universe because I slept for 7 hours Friday night and two huge 4 and a half hour chunks on Saturday night and then Sunday night one big 4 hour chunk and one nice two and a half hour one. Oh sleep, how I missed you. (last night wasn't bad either, I think we've been making it way too hot in the room)
I got my turkish coat cut out and a bunch of linen pre-washed and ironed so I can work on chemise for under the coat as well as fencing shirts. We laughed and talked and hung out and ebullientjenn promised us the use of her stroller. \o/ (Jenn, it occurs to me that neither of us remembered we'd be seeing each other this weekend. If you want to bring stuff that might work.) Jenn, by the way, looks fantastic. I'm so tickled for her!
There was educational TV, good food, dancing, mocking, Dr. Who, lots of hugs, fun grocery shopping, and everyone got to practice his or her adult voice. Lovely lovely.
Monday morning ST and I rolled out of S&C's early Monday and stopped by the house to pick up the testing order and shower then headed into Baltimore's Sinai Hospital for the Peanut's Nuchal Translucency Screening. The navigational gods were with us because we drove straight there, walked right in, and were checked in 10 minutes before my appointment time. At which point we sat for half an hour.
They drew some blood (which was more nervewracking to ST than to me as I'm not the type to get squicked by needles) and then pressed the top of the vial to the little circles on the paper (which the tech insisted on calling Vampire Bingo.. I laughed, I admit it) and sending me back out to the waiting room. ST and I curled up with our magazines and chilled and admitted to being a little nervous about the results. And then, in a cloud of glory, wilfulcait arrived. She'd been thwarted by us hogging the navigational gods. Her trip through Baltimore (and then through the hospital) sounds like the real life representation of level four of LodeRunner. The lovely ultrasound tech then called us back for the look-see.
She was so cute, you could tell the morning had been nuts as she started the exam by muttering to herself "Please let the baby be in a good position." It was, actually. It was in the perfect position. The US tech looked at me and said "That's a good baby you've got there." From your lips to God's ears, lady. Also, somehow in the six weeks since my last ultrasound it's become recognizably a baby instead of just a very promising looking blob. She did the initial screening and then went and looked at all the other stuff around (they check for limbs and stuff as well as checking my ovaries and tubes to ensure there's not also an ectopic pregnancy hiding out there.. 1 in a million chance but still worth checking). The Peanut, you'll be glad to hear, has two arms, two legs, a nose, all that good stuff. It also has a nice strong heartbeat. They just fliipped on the speaker and let us hear it but didn't warn us that it was coming so ST (who wasn't expecting it to be so fast) kinda looked around for the incoming choppers before settling down a bit. I got teary, I'm not ashamed. ST did too, not that he'd admit it.
So the Peanut has all its bits and parts and the NT number was nice and low risk. The final results with the blood test will come back in two weeks but we're cautiously optimistic. The doctor who came to do the final check said "That's a good looking kiddo you've got there." Which reminds me of Kendrah's baby chant "Please let it be smart, cute, and a sleeper." They sent us home with pictures and I've got one tucked in my pocket even now. I think it's got my nose, ST's hands, and this guy's forehead. I'm not kidding man, that kid's got a HUGE heed.
Then we came home and dismantled the Christmas tree. ST took it to the dump and I packed up the ornaments and we had a quiet evening of Kill Bill and some reading. Very quiet, very domestic, very nice. I have pine sap on my hands, but such is the price for tranquility.
How are you guys?