Dr. Doom's Visit

Edited to add**You know what blog readers like now a days? When the blog writer hits "publish" rather than "save" after she finishes a post. I can't believe I did that! That might explain why there were no comments! Sigh. My mental capabilities have really taken a turn for the worse lately.

Let me just say that I have brilliant ideas at the end of June. I mean, really I do. This past June, I had the brilliant idea to order tickets for a UCLA football game.

75 of them, because, you know, everyone wants to take 75 thirteen and fourteen year old kids to the Rose Bowl to watch a football game. Right?

I had such high hopes, but fatigue, a broken down bus, an hour and fifteen minute wait for a replacement bus (with NO bathroom access!), and 200 degree weather at the actual Rose Bowl where there was NO shade and NO rain (but it was freaking raining hard enough to warrant flash flood warnings all around us) has worn me out to a level I haven't experienced since...well, since not that long ago, but still. You get the point.

It was bad enough that the kids voted to come home an hour and a half early. (Thank you universe!)

I went to bed at 7:30 on Saturday night and have been sleeping off and on since!

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So, I am totally sorry for not posting more about Dr. Doom's appointment before now. I'll give you the down and dirty version, as I still would rather be sleeping than doing anything else right now.

Heart rate: 154

Measuring: still a week ahead in size. The baby is a feisty little thing. He/she kept rolling away from the ultrasound, so it took forever to get a good measurement.

NT: 1.53mm (well below the 2.0 minimum they expect to see)

Blood pressure: 121/72

Blood taken for 1st trimester screen.

Cervix: LONG and CLOSED (whoot)

Placenta is low lying, but the expectation is that it should move up as the baby grows. We shall see.

I spoke to Dr. Doom about my cerclage. He tried to tell me that I didn't really need one--twin pregnancies are much different than singleton pregnancies...blah, blah, blah. I point blank asked him if he could guarantee that my cervix would hold this pregnancy. Of course he couldn't say that, so he backed down and said it was probably a good idea for me to do it.

I also told him I was going to be as proactive as I can be this time around and asked if he would prescribe P17 shots for me. He said he would at my next visit in 5 weeks. (You'd start the shots between 16 and 17 weeks, so that is fine.)

Then he said that things looked normal before he shook our hands and left.

I am relieved that the appointment went so well, but it always shocks me some to not have that other shoe dropped. It's a strange feeling. Don't get me wrong. I am excited about the possibility and all. It's just...well...I worry now when things go too well.

Sad isn't that?