Let’s recap the last week:
1. I got hungry a lot.
2. I felt so good I felt like a could run a marathon.
3. I’m already second- guessing my parental decision making.
Let’s break this down.
1. I got hungry a lot:
This week was the return of the cravings. The best thing about making it to twelve weeks was, well, making it to 12 weeks. The next best thing was realizing that I can legit start eating more foooooooooood. Because, holy cow, am I hungry. I try to keep it healthy with oatmeal, bananas, sweet potatoes, edamame, vegetable soup, stir-fry’s and other nutritious eats, but the craving monster demands greasy burgers, pizza, and doughnuts. Eating vegan prevents me from indulging in most of those, but it does not protect me against the vegan treats that come out of my own kitchen including caramel corn, chocolate fudge, and cookies.
It’s a good thing my energy is coming back……..
2. I feel so good I feel like I could run a marathon:
Don’t get it twisted. I don’t run marathons. But I did pregnant-lady speed walk my first 5k. And even then I got third place. After a couple of 80 year old men. Forget running, I’m going to start training to beat those walkers…they can hustle! I can only aspire to be as fit in my old age…or even the age I am now.
I did take PB on a little morning run earlier in the week. The ultra-sound a few hours later showed that PB was still running around my uterus at a pretty good clip! Little marathoner in the making. PB might be two inches but I swear one inch is all legs. Must take after P-Daddy because that sure as sugar ain’t me.
Though after three trimesters of pregnancy, I fully intend on calling myself a triathlete.
3. I already started second-guessing my parental decision making skills:
Listen, I’ve been a parent for an approximate hot minute. There’s a steep learning curve. So you trust what your doctor tells you. Like when they tell you there is a magical genetic screening that can tell you if your child is at risk for genetic defects and simultaneously tell you the gender at about 11-14 weeks.
I talked it over with P-Daddy and we decided we would like to know our genetic risks for no other reason than being able to prepare ourselves for potential challenges. We both want to know the gender so paying a mere $25.00 to get all that information seemed to good to be true.
And it probably is.
After the screening which involved blood work from me and a cheek swab from P-Daddy, I discovered this little news bit:
The gist of the article (click on it for the full article) is that this type of genetic screen is highly inaccurate. The particular test we were recommend clocked with the highest accuracy rating of 83%.
In education, that’s the equivalent of a B.
I’m more of an A student.
83% is not really acceptable.
What is especially sad and disheartening were the women in the article who chose to abort based on the test results.
Due to possibly inaccurate test results.
What does this mean for us?
First of all, the test is a SCREEN. It is NOT diagnostic and should not be used for diagnosis.
They recommend further testing if the fetus is determined to be at risk, and our care team made that clear.
It seems only logical to take the results with a grain of salt.
God gave me PB and I don’t return gifts.
We will try to use any information we get to make future informed decisions.
And you can bet your behind I will be doing a lot more research before taking any test, whether it’s recommended or not.
With that said, I have only the utmost respect and gratitude for every person I came in contact with at our doctor’s office.
Thursday was our last appointment before they release us to the obstetrician.
Every single person in that practice was extremely patient, kind, helpful, and supportive.
They even gave us this cute little care package filled with books, magazines, and other baby items.
The care I received there was the best medical care I have ever received from any facility in my entire life and I will be forever indebted to them.
So this week is bittersweet.
We are leaving the professionals that supported us through these last 12 weeks (well year, actually) but we have our first appointment on Monday with the obstetrician and mid-wives that will carry us through the next six months.
We also made our announcement to the world that PB is on the way!
That was a secret I didn’t think I could keep for one second longer.
Thanks for supporting us on this epic journey!