A Week

Okay. So I haven't written about this yet, because, well, I didn't want to think too much about it.
After having my ultra-sound three weeks ago, my doctor called me and left he following message, "I saw a cyst on the baby's abdomin and you'll need to have a Level 2 ultra sound done at Loyola. There's no real need to worry. They will call you to make an appointment."
Okay, so I worry and wait for them to call. They finally call the next day and we schedule the appointment for the 19th (today).
Two weeks ago I went to the doctor for a check-up and he was upset that they took so long to get me in. "Do they know how far along you are?" he asked. I don't know, does it really matter. "Well, in cases of Level 2 ultrasounds we like you to see them before you're 24 weeks in case you decide to terminate the pregnancy." WHAT! At the time I couldn't comprehend how upset that statement had made me, I just reacted with, "Well, that's not really an option for us either way." And in my head I'm thinking how could somebody decide to terminate after feeling the baby move around in there.
And then later that week I got an email update letting me know what's going on with the fetus and it says, "your baby could survive if delivered this week (23 weeks) with extreme medical care." So, it's legal to terminate a pregnancy before 24 weeks, but if your baby is born at 23 weeks there is a chance of survival. That really hit me hard.
So, for the past three weeks I've been waiting for this appointment - with my moods varying from totally depressed about what could be to thinking I just have to wait to find out what we're dealing with before I get too emotional or anything (not very easy when you're pregnant).
And then today was the day of the ultra-ultra sound as we started calling it. And boy was it involved. She measured everything - had me laying on my sides. The nice thing was she was showing us what she was measuring as she was going along. After she was finished (about 45 minutes) she said something to the effect, "I'm not sure if what they saw was just the galbladder, but I would think that they'd know what that looks like." At Loyola, the doctor is able to watch the ultra-sound in the other room as it goes on and look at pictures right away, so after she was finished he came in and explained that maybe what my doctor saw was liquid in the bowel, which cleared itself, or because his (the baby's) galbladder is more prominant then most, that might have been what concerned my doctor. So it was literally, nothing. Or is was something that cleared itself, but is now nothing. The Loyola doctor did feel that the part of the kidney that holds waste was a bit large, but he wasn't too concerned - we just need to go back in a month to measure it again to see if everything is going on there. But even if it's not, it's not a huge deal. Mike could explain this part better, I was just in a daze because it was nothing. Three weeks of ups and downs, of not wanting to think too much about decorating, of not wanting to talk too much about the baby with everyone and we find out it's nothing.
It was pretty cool (minus the anxiety) having this ultra-ultra sound - the pictures seemed clearer and we got more pictures for the scrapbook. = )