That’s what they call it. You know, when you’re pregnant and you’re over 35. I’m 36 and will turn 37 a few weeks before Mini Finney-The Sequel is born.
So since my eggs are over 36 years old, we have to get all this extra testing done. Since I could never, ever, never, ever, never, ever terminate a pregnancy under any circumstances, I turned down the amnio. Which my doc was okay with given the risks it carries for miscarriage. But. He still recommends a special blood screening along with genetic counseling and a “detailed” ultrasound with a Peri-Natologist. (For those of you who don’t know what that is, it’s basically an OB who specializes in high-risk pregnancy. That’s what they consider you when you are
OLD Advanced Maternal Age. Isn’t that nice?)
I’ll get all of that done on August 17.
This was all scheduled after today’s routine OB appointment. The appointment I asked M to accompany me to because I was afraid we wouldn’t hear a heartbeat. Silly of me though, because not only did we hear a good heartbeat, but doc had to chase this little bean down because as soon as he’d hear it, my child would move. I have a jumping bean in there!
He didn’t seem to mind, though and reported that an active baby is usually a sign of a healthy baby. So that’s good. My mom, however, says I’m gonna be in for a loooonnnngg pregnancy with an active baby. To which I wholeheartedly agree. I just pray I get to sleep at least a little over the next six months. (Oh, who am I kidding? Try the next 20 years! What we go through for our kids.)
BTW, the official due date is in: January 18, 2012.
Which makes me 14 weeks and 5 days pregnant today, in case you were wondering. 😉
So we’re praying for a healthy pregnancy and a healthy baby in January. If you feel like joining in on that prayer, be my guest. The Lord loves it when we come together before His throne to lift up one another. And I could use the comfort. I’m a little nervous.