Week 16. We still have just one baby in there. I keep fearing it will multiply and turn into sextuplets and then we'll have to have a show about John and Kate plus 7 and I'll lose my mind and the entire show will feature me, curled in the fetal position under a dirty couch, with piles of snotty and filthy toddlers gnawing on my ankles.
But, everything looked good today. No crotch shot, so no news there. We're still having a surprise. They are looking to see if the baby is having problems due to my contracting Fifth Disease. There were no signs of fetal anemia today, but I have to go back EVERY WEEK until the end of May for an ultrasound just to be sure. The danger is usually over after 10 weeks have passed since the start of the infection. I'm already at week 5, so that is a good sign.
On the one hand, six free ultrasounds, whoo hoo! On the other hand, this kid isn't even born yet and it will have had more doctor's visits than I have in my entire life once you add in the regular OB appointments and all the specialist ultrasound appointments.
Today the baby refused to roll over onto its stomach. It just reclined in what looked to be a very squishy and comfortable hammock, which I am pretty sure was my full bladder, and occasionally punched or kicked the ultrasound probe. It would move its head around and squirm, but refused to turn over, despite the lady prodding and poking it. At one point it tried to suck its thumb. It weighs about 6 ounces. Is it just me, or is calling the poor thing "it" a lot just weird?
So, that's the latest from Lake Wobegone, where all the women are strong, all the men are good looking and all the children are above average. (We hope.)