Today Baby Three had a NT scan. I have been nervous for this moment since the first pregnancy test. I have been waiting for the other shoe to drop for the last two months. Even if I made it out of the first trimester, then probably something would be wrong with the baby because why was I so lucky to get this free baby? It doesn't fit with my personal history.
But I have great news! Baby Three is growing, has a healthy heartbeat and doesn't appear to have a high chance of having trisomy 13, 18, or 21. Baby Three looked like a real baby today.
The relief I felt after that was amazing. We may really get to have a third baby and this wasn't an evil joke played by the universe.
I am trying to let Osh man and Peanut know that they will be big siblings soon. They don't give a poo. It's kind of crazy because in my old life where I thought I had control over my fertility I always wanted my munchkins to be three or more years apart. Obviously I got an F- on that with the twins, although they are loads of fun so I can't complain. Baby Three is just a few months shy of 3 years difference. I am feeling really grateful for this.
In me news, I have only gained 3 lbs so far despite my pop tart and 4th and 5th meal habits. I don't look preggo yet, just plumpy, like I quit working out, which is true. The bad news is that I have a bacteria in my girlfriend that causes preterm labor. I had it a month and a half ago and took antibiotics. I still had it two weeks later so took more antibiotics. It's still here. That's not good. I'm trying not to panic just yet. If it's still there at my next appointment, I am definitely going to freak out. Stupid bacteria.
Did you know that I'm the ultimate ruiner of fun? It's true. Especially when that fun entails twin lovies climbing the bathroom sink, turning the water on full force, and then sticking their hands under it so water sprays everywhere. EVERYWHERE.
I have to shut that down. I'm mean like that. And then I have a pair of angry wet toddlers on my hands.