Just got back from the radiology clinic, where I had a 12-week ultrasound for purely mental-health-related reasons. Going into it, I had a creeping sense of dread that the baby would be dead, that it would have died at SUUSI or somewhere in the intervening weeks, no explanation, just one of those things that happens sometimes.
But the baby is alive. Heartbeat of 170, which according to folklore means that it's going to be another girl. Measuring a little bit ahead of dates: I'm 12 weeks, 0 days according to the calendar, and the various measurements the sonographer took put the baby anywhere from 12 weeks 4 days to 13 weeks 1 day. If she measured the nuchal fold (it wasn't on the prescription, but I'm guessing she did) she didn't share the number with us. She did say that she didn't see anything wrong anywhere. We were able to confirm that the baby has a brain. (Anencephaly is one of my private nightmares.)
I didn't get to see much, because the best pictures seem to have come from the transvaginal ultrasound, and when she did that part she moved the machine down where I couldn't see it. She did turn it towards me briefly to show me the face and one tiny hand, and the visibly beating heart. Michael saw more than I did, having the advantage of not being trapped on a table with a wand in a sensitive place.
But, you know, I didn't need to see a lot. I just needed to know that the baby is alive. Twelve weeks' gestation, and alive. The baby is alive.
We're thinking of calling it the Li'l Niblet. Niblet, short for N-B-H-H-Y.
But the baby is alive. Heartbeat of 170, which according to folklore means that it's going to be another girl. Measuring a little bit ahead of dates: I'm 12 weeks, 0 days according to the calendar, and the various measurements the sonographer took put the baby anywhere from 12 weeks 4 days to 13 weeks 1 day. If she measured the nuchal fold (it wasn't on the prescription, but I'm guessing she did) she didn't share the number with us. She did say that she didn't see anything wrong anywhere. We were able to confirm that the baby has a brain. (Anencephaly is one of my private nightmares.)
I didn't get to see much, because the best pictures seem to have come from the transvaginal ultrasound, and when she did that part she moved the machine down where I couldn't see it. She did turn it towards me briefly to show me the face and one tiny hand, and the visibly beating heart. Michael saw more than I did, having the advantage of not being trapped on a table with a wand in a sensitive place.
But, you know, I didn't need to see a lot. I just needed to know that the baby is alive. Twelve weeks' gestation, and alive. The baby is alive.
We're thinking of calling it the Li'l Niblet. Niblet, short for N-B-H-H-Y.
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Date: 2008-07-29 08:33 pm (UTC)N.
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Date: 2008-07-29 08:37 pm (UTC)Not seeing anything wrong anywhere is good, too.
Li'l Niblet -- oh, yes. Niblet is such a friendly way of saying N-B-H-H-Y.
Thank you for the report! I'm so very happy for all of you.
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Date: 2008-07-29 08:41 pm (UTC)The only thing about Niblet is that it's what Spike called Dawn in the last seasons of Buffy. So, I hear it in a bad English accent. :)
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Date: 2008-07-29 08:46 pm (UTC)Nothing bad has happened yet!
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Date: 2008-07-29 09:00 pm (UTC)And extra yay for no anencephaly. It's one which horrifies me - the last big Irish abortion rights protest was about a 17-year-old girl, ward of state, whose baby was anencephalic and who was refused a passport to travel to the UK to have an abortion (she could have wiggled through the regulations; instead she made a legal stand and created a useful precedent).
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Date: 2008-07-29 09:18 pm (UTC)Nibby. I think I shall call zir Nibby. Unless zir parents object.
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Date: 2008-07-29 09:55 pm (UTC)K.
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Date: 2008-07-29 11:43 pm (UTC)"Niblet" reminds me of an odd bit by They Might Be Giants, but it's not bad weird, just TMBG being their usual weird selves. You could do a lot worse.
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Date: 2008-07-29 11:43 pm (UTC)But the accompanying text is fascinating (and in places, hilarious) in its description of prenatal care. No mention of ultrasound, of course - there's a bit that explains that, late in the pregnancy, your doctor will probably be able to tell if you are carrying twins by palpating your belly.
I was fascinated to see that there is also no mention of pregnancy tests. Of course no over-the-counter tests were available then, but the book suggests that after you've missed two periods in a row you should go to your doctor, who will make the diagnosis of pregnancy with an internal exam.
The book advises that no one knows whether smoking will harm a fetus, and that you should limit alcohol to a couple of drinks with dinner. On the not-mellow end, it very seriously advises that you should wash your genitals with soap and water in the morning, in the evening, and after every time you pee. Just think about how often a pregnant woman pees!
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Date: 2008-07-30 12:21 am (UTC)(Also! I am a whole two days less pregnant than you, which is both exciting and coincidental. It's nice to be pregnant at the same time as someone else--last time I was pregnant there were 3 other pregnant people on my friends list--but having pretty much the same due date is even cooler.)
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Date: 2008-07-30 12:53 am (UTC)Yay for brains and heartbeats and all those things!
Continuing cheers for NBHHY!
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Date: 2008-07-30 01:23 am (UTC)Man, I didn't even know I was holding that breath. Glad to know that NBHHY.
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Date: 2008-07-30 02:53 am (UTC)You'd have to eat them on behalf of your child.
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Date: 2008-07-30 03:00 am (UTC)When I had my 12 week checkup, they decided to do the doppler heartbeat finder and -- wait for it -- THEY COULDN'T FIND THE DAMN HEARTBEAT. I was frantic, which from the outside looks catatonic. It was a friday, and the PA who was assigned to me was like, "Oh well, we'll try again next time!"
So all weekend I rabidly googled and dug through Real Books On Paper for anything I could find, from worst case to best case, and my favorite part was about how 11 weeks is about the earliest, and many women aren't successful until around week 13-14 due to baby position, activity, or -- my fav -- bodyfat. I am not a sleek and lithe chicky, I am a mountain of mom, and before I started K, i've always had Childbearing Hips.
So Monday morning the office called me back in when an opening popped up and apparently the doc tutored the PA, and eventually, yes, there it was, the syncopated percussion that was K's heartbeat. I finally breathed after 3 full days.
(turns out I completely forgot about a civil service job exam I was supposed to be taking exactly during that appointment. Hrm.)
The one time I had a transvag US was to check for possible ovarian cysts or cysts or fibroids on the ol' uterus. It pretty much looks like ET's finger.
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Date: 2008-07-30 11:13 am (UTC)(Little hand! Little heart! Oh they're so sweet at that age! Quiet, too.)
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Date: 2008-07-30 11:45 am (UTC)Pity they don't explain "the rabbit died" though.
K.
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Date: 2008-07-30 05:24 pm (UTC)I'm not usually a big follower-of-people's-pregnancies, but I'm finding myself as happy as can be reading about yours, and now another friend's (posted behind a friendslock, so I won't "out" her). When people really want to be parents, and are so well-suited for it, it's just a joy to behold.
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Date: 2008-08-04 07:29 pm (UTC)Are you feeling any more comfortable about the whole thing yet? (You're more than entitled to say no. You've got a lasting pain that radiates fear before it.)
The baby is alive, alive, alive.
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Date: 2008-08-04 07:31 pm (UTC)Before chemical tests, you could verify pregnancy by injecting your urine into a rabbit. They then sacrificed the rabbit and checked its ovaries to see if had enlarged, responding to pregnancy hormones.
In fact, the rabbit *always* died; the folklore phrase is misleading.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rabbit_Test