35 days until D-day (aka: Delivery Day)
We are just about at that special time where I go to see the Dr. every single week. Good thing I like my doctor, because I'm seeing more of her than my actual friends.
Cookie's heart beat is strong and she is measuring on the larger side...but we figured that was normal since Mike is 6'3" and has freakishly long legs. I've really lucked out in this pregnancy so far and haven't had any complications. No anemia, gestational diabetes, etc. etc.
The only thing that freaked us (and I mean me) out in this pregnancy was the chance our daughter could have cystic fibrosis. Earlier in my pregnancy, the Dr. found that I have the recessive gene and made us talk to a Geneticist before having Mike tested so we could be prepared for the results.
Worst. Process. Ever!
Seriously people...you should test both parents first AND THEN talk to them about the results if it is relevant. I remember sitting in this cheerful woman's office at about 12 weeks pregnant, having her explain that if Mike has the recessive gene, then that means our baby has a 25% chance of having cystic fibrosis and resulting in premature death or a necessary lung transplant at age 20 if she even makes it that far.
I mean...do they not expect the pregnant woman to cry at this point in the "little chat"?
Oh, and the results of Mike's test would take 2 weeks.
...two weeks of pure hell for me. I was a mess!
Apparently Mike has WAY more faith than I do, because while he was calm as a cucumber, I was researching every scrap of info I could find on the disease and seriously trying to find a way to put Cookie on a transplant list before she was even born.
This is why Mike is perfect for me...he's the calm one.
But it turned out Mike didn't have the recessive gene and all my worry was in vain, but I guess that is just what moms do.
But I've been so grateful for an easy pregnancy (besides the 1st trimester), and here's hoping that luck carries over into the delivery.
Or maybe that luck is just called an epidural.
So, because I come from a long line of worry-warts or otherwise known as Preparers, I've washed all her clothes, packed the hospital bags, taken all the relevant classes and we are even taking a tour of the labor and delivery wing of the hospital tonight where we preregister for birth by filling out all the paper work ahead of time.
I thought this uber preparedness was genius on my hospital's part because I'm pretty sure I will NOT be a willing participant in helping Mike fill out the necessary forms while having contractions.
And in 5 days, the Final Countdown begins!!
xoxo
We are just about at that special time where I go to see the Dr. every single week. Good thing I like my doctor, because I'm seeing more of her than my actual friends.
Cookie's heart beat is strong and she is measuring on the larger side...but we figured that was normal since Mike is 6'3" and has freakishly long legs. I've really lucked out in this pregnancy so far and haven't had any complications. No anemia, gestational diabetes, etc. etc.
The only thing that freaked us (and I mean me) out in this pregnancy was the chance our daughter could have cystic fibrosis. Earlier in my pregnancy, the Dr. found that I have the recessive gene and made us talk to a Geneticist before having Mike tested so we could be prepared for the results.
Worst. Process. Ever!
Seriously people...you should test both parents first AND THEN talk to them about the results if it is relevant. I remember sitting in this cheerful woman's office at about 12 weeks pregnant, having her explain that if Mike has the recessive gene, then that means our baby has a 25% chance of having cystic fibrosis and resulting in premature death or a necessary lung transplant at age 20 if she even makes it that far.
I mean...do they not expect the pregnant woman to cry at this point in the "little chat"?
Oh, and the results of Mike's test would take 2 weeks.
...two weeks of pure hell for me. I was a mess!
Apparently Mike has WAY more faith than I do, because while he was calm as a cucumber, I was researching every scrap of info I could find on the disease and seriously trying to find a way to put Cookie on a transplant list before she was even born.
This is why Mike is perfect for me...he's the calm one.
But it turned out Mike didn't have the recessive gene and all my worry was in vain, but I guess that is just what moms do.
But I've been so grateful for an easy pregnancy (besides the 1st trimester), and here's hoping that luck carries over into the delivery.
Or maybe that luck is just called an epidural.
So, because I come from a long line of worry-warts or otherwise known as Preparers, I've washed all her clothes, packed the hospital bags, taken all the relevant classes and we are even taking a tour of the labor and delivery wing of the hospital tonight where we preregister for birth by filling out all the paper work ahead of time.
I thought this uber preparedness was genius on my hospital's part because I'm pretty sure I will NOT be a willing participant in helping Mike fill out the necessary forms while having contractions.
And in 5 days, the Final Countdown begins!!
xoxo










