September 3rd

I had the CVS on Wednesday, and I’m still recovering.  I’d been crampy all week – not in a bad or scary way, just in a my-uterus-is-growing-like-crazy way, so this new round of cramps is less concerning, but I’m stunned by the reports on the internet that say that getting a CVS doesn’t hurt.  Perhaps the women who’ve had a transcervical CVS reported little or no pain, but getting it done transabdominally, with no anesthetic – well.  I beg to differ.  It’s not like they are just drawing blood or fluid from your innards – they are removing tissue from your placenta, and it takes a bit of banging around in there to get enough tissue.  I certainly don’t want to scare anyone away from this procedure, but knowing what I know now, I’d wait and get an amnio.

But it’s done, and they got the tissue they needed, and I’m off my feet (mostly) for three days and now it’s just a waiting game for the results.  In two weeks, we should know about any genetic problems, and we’ll also know the sex of the little one, although Sean has decided it’s a girl, and that we should name it Sean.  So, now the wee one in my belly is referred to as “Sean the girl”.  (If it’s a girl, we aren’t actually going to name her Sean.  Most likely.)

Yesterday was day one of week 13, day one of my third trimester.  I’m less exhausted (though still incapable of doing much), not nauseated really ever, but my boobs still scream in agony any time anyone things about getting anywhere near them.  Taking off my bra at the end of the day is the most painful thing I do.  Sad for Jon, really, cuz they are huge and as firm as they’ll ever be.  I think they look fake.

And my little belly doesn’t feel so little anymore.  Nor does it look little.

At the last ultrasound, we saw knees, feet, hands, fingers, a spine, a heart, a belly, a face.  The little one was stretching and bouncing and waving.  S/he is the size of a lemon.  Hard to believe that my body is making all of this stuff happen, except for the part that it *feels* like I’ve been taken over and am but a vessel at the moment for more important work.

It’s going to be a long two weeks.