There's nothing like a $3,000 doctor visit, two more ultrasounds, and a lecture on Down Syndrome to make you realize that this is all a crap shoot.
Pregnancy, having kids, shit, life in general is a gamble, except the odds are decidedly in our favor.
Since my labs have yet to surface and my husband's guard unit didn't put in his extension orders like they had promised (hence a temporary cut off of all insurance benefits), I was reluctant to even go to the appointment with the Maternal Fetal Specialists dun dun DUNNNNNNNNNN.
But the worry was overwhelming me, so we sucked it up along with the $3,000 bill (which shall be reimbursed by our insurance company, oh yes it will), and went with husband in tow.
And after getting weighed again, answering 4,000 questions with "no," and having both an ultrasound tech and a very unfriendly doctor who wouldn't stop jiggling which made me want to ask him if he had to "go potty," they told us what we found for free on the internet, but in a way that made it way more believable, mostly due to the feel of the blue gel on my belly and the stench of latex gloves.
The ultrasound shows an Echogenic Foci on her heart which is a weak and controversial marker for Down's Syndrome. It's not indicative of anything else and thankfully she has no other issues, problems, concerns, oddly shaped bones, weird heart defects, or anything else that could be considered a marker.
She does, however, hate the ultrasound machine with a passion and refuses to remain still for very long. To me, that says a lot more about her than the damn foci.
So, I'm waiting to find out the results of the Quad Screen, but whatever those results may be (although my poor weak psyche is hoping for extremely normal), we're just going to ride this out the old fashioned way and wait until she makes her appearance.
And return to being excited about our sweet little girl.
[Thank you thank you so much for your encouraging stories. I cannot tell you how much they have helped me and my husband during this crazy adventure].