The last few weeks have gone by in a blur. I had my first visit with my OB’s office about two weeks ago. Their practice houses four doctors, and even if you know who you want to see, you have to see each of the Dr’s at least once. I met with a perfectly nice Dr, but he didn’t know anything about my clotting disorder (Factor V Leiden) or the blood thinner I am on, and he had never heard of a Natera test result of “no results”. Also, their ultrasound machine sucked so I didn’t get any new pictures of the babies. I was told to gain between 15-20 lbs total throughout my whole pregnancy, since I’m already considered “obese”. I nodded at that one and tried not to laugh. I haven’t put on any significant weight yet, but I’m growing TWO human beings and I expect that once the weight starts coming, I’m going to have a tough time limiting my weight gain by that much.
The following week Hubby and I drove to LA for our amnio consult. The genetic counselor we met with was nice, and explained everything quite well. Hubby and I had talked this topic over quite a lot in the almost two weeks since we’d gotten our wonky results, and had decided that we would do Amnio of there was no other blood test we could try instead. And, there isn’t another blood test, so we have Amnio scheduled for next week, 10/11. I’m scared, but the risk is very low that anything would go wrong with/after the procedure, so I’m trying to remind myself of that. They suggested one day of bedrest, and to take it easy (no lifting more than 5 lbs) for 5 days after the procedure. So, I’m putting myself on bedrest for 5 days. Better safe than sorry.
After the appointment hubby and I decided to kill time because it was 4:00pm and we knew if we got into traffic it would take just as long to get home as it would if we waiting for 3 hours. So, we went to see a movie, and during the movie my RE called with the results for the other blood test. I had no risk of Trisonomies 13 and 18, but there was an elevated risk of Trisonomy 21. This could be because of my wonky gene or age or any number of things, but all this result told me was that we had made the right decision when we decided to move forward with Amnio. After the movie we got dinner at Cheesecake Factory, and after that traffic had cleared up enough that we made it home in a normal amount of time.
I’ve been surprisingly unemotional about everything. I think I’ve prepped myself for so long that I would do whatever testing was needed if I was able to get pregnant, that I’m… prepared?? for this? I’ve actually found that my emotions have been pretty steady through my pregnancy so far. Other than about my test results, and today when I was talking to my acupuncturist about amnio, I haven’t cried. I’m not sure why I’m not more upset about everything, but I’ll take all the calm I can get.
Oh, so our great weekend staycation that I wrote about, where we went to visit shelter cats and get pie? Well, apparently we brought home a nasty cat cold from the shelter. For the last two weeks our cats have taken turns being sick, and it is so sad and pathetic. It started with Chairman Meow, who was sneezing and lethargic one week after we’d had our visit to the shelter. Two days later Kitten started sneezing and hiding out while he slept. Two days after that Lucky came down with it, and Zoey was the final victim with her symptoms starting a day after Lucky. I feel terrible because we’re the reason they’re sick- we visited other cats. Also, we don’t keep them vaccinated past their first year because their indoor only. Chairman and Kitten are on the mend, while Lucky and Zoey are still in the thick of it. So far they’ve continued to eat and drink at least a little, and no one has lost any weight, so we haven’t decided if we’ll take anyone to the vet. Maybe Lucky if he’s not better tomorrow, just because he’s an older cat.
On 10/02 hubby and I went out to a fancy dinner to celebrate 8 years of marriage. It has most definitely not been easy. Infertility puts a real strain on relationships, but I think we’ve weathered this pretty well together, and there is no one else I’d rather have by my side.
Keep your fingers crossed for a successful amnio, and I’ll try to update while I’m on bedrest.