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I Think I’m Having Triplets

Thursday, October 13th, 2011

He's the length of an ear of corn, but he feels more like a pumpkin.

Is it possible that four ultrasounds and a CVS later someone–or everyone–missed extra fetuses in my belly? Could I possibly be having twins? Or gasp, triplets? I swear, I’m only 25 weeks along and I am already waddling.

I was excited a few weeks ago when someone gave up their seat on the subway for me. Woo Hoo! I thought. I’m reaping the benefits of my baby bump. Now I get on, and the whole train practically jumps up to offer me their seats.

I don’t look fat, but  I swear my stomach is twice as big this time as it was last time at 6 months. Is it because it’s already stretched out? Or because I’m carrying a boy? Could he be a giant? I don’t know, but I can’t imagine what I’m going to be like in 3-4 months. I can barely bend over now and put Fia in her crib. Lord help me!

Okay, I’m off to lie down on the floor –since the movers took all our furniture–and feel like a beached whale.

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You Know You’re Pregnant When…

Sunday, September 25th, 2011

I’m officially pregnant. I mean, really officially pregnant. How did I come to this conclusion after 5 months of watching my stomach balloon, my feet ache and my cherished wine off limits? Because today Ladies and Gentlemen, someone finally gave their seat up on the subway for me!

I was heading into Manhattan on a packed car. Standing room only. A seat opened up and the woman standing next to me turned and without hesitation, asked if I wanted it. She was much older than I, so I knew she was offering because she thought I needed it more than she did.   Hallelujah. I don’t just look randomly thick and puffy anymore. Now my appearance has a purpose. And I will use it to my full advantage.  Time to get out the tighter fitting tops and get this baby bump to work for me.

Baby boy, you didn’t think you were getting off scott free did you? No sir, mama is putting you to work.

By the way, Little Leroy is the length of a squash now. Grow boy, grow.  We’re halfway there!

 

Baby Boy Squash Length

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I’m Having A…..

Thursday, August 25th, 2011

BOY. Working titles: Little Leroy.  Wayne Sanchez Junior. Baby Oops. Found out at 11 weeks when we got the CVS results back.

Fia Gets a Brother

Fia Gets a Brother

I knew from the moment I got pregnant that it was an XY. I am usually not one of those people with a second sense for this sort of thing. But somehow I just knew.

When the genetic counselor called to tell us that the chromosomes looked normal (whew), she asked if we wanted to know the sex. Yes!  I had rehearsed this moment for the past 2 days. I know she is going to say boy, but maybe just maybe, she’ll say girl.

Nope. My instincts were right. Boy. Oh boy.

If I’m being honest, there was a moment of disappointment, of mourning. Maybe it’s because I think we have a better chance of another great baby if it’s the same sex as Fia. Maybe it’s because I wanted her to have a sister. And maybe it’s because I am already so familiar with her.  Change is scary.

There’s also a nagging fear with a boy: the most modern of medicine still can’t test for Autism and the rates are so much higher with boys. My husband’s nephew is severely autistic, which I know adds to my worry. But I know there is nothing I can do about it, so just like this “unexpected” pregnancy, I am going with it. I have to. I’m grateful for the tests we could do. And if something is wrong, we’ll deal.

In the weeks since the CVS I have wrapped my head around “boy” much more. Boys love their mammas. They are big snugglers. And puberty will probably be easier to deal with.

But in the meantime, do I really have to look forward to a penis peeing on me when I change his diapers? That doesn’t sound like very much fun.

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