You know, if you had asked me at any point in my life up to now if I thought that I'd be 45, single, and making monthly trips to the gynecologist's office, I think my answer would have been "no."
Nevertheless, that is where I find myself. Monthly trips to the gynecologist, surrounded by pregnant women and vaginas. There are diagrams of vaginas, pictures of vaginas, posters of vaginas, models of vaginas...everywhere in that place. It's actually becoming a running joke that everywhere I look there's another vagina. Enough of that.
Yesterday's trip was short and painless. They are very good at getting S in on time and they are very friendly. The doc said that the results of the AFP blood test were negative in all the places it should be and that the risk of Down's syndrome and something else that I forget are one in 10,000 which puts S in the best risk category that they have.
She also said that the ultrasound showed no problems at all with any of the organs, spine, etc. We listened to the strong, fast heartbeat again. Doctor told S that she was taking very good care of the baby and S was quite pleased with that news. Of course, I was too. I mean, if we're going to bring this baby into the world we should give it the very best start that we can, right?
Until next time...
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