Lazy Bones and Vendetta

The third doctor’s appointment gave us a chance to see Baby G for the third time. This particular time, it was in the context of measurables. They were measuring the kid for development size and some kinda thing in its neck to make sure it was going to be normal.

Unfortunately, Baby G wasn’t all awake and active like the previous time. This frustrated the ultrasound tech, who had Linda shifting about in an attempt to get the kid into the right position for the measurements. Apparently, the lazy butt was sleeping and couldn’t be bothered to cooperate with us; a hint of stubbornness to come, perhaps? We waited around for awhile and finally got the right look for the close-up. Here’s the pic, taken at 12 weeks:

It turns out that everything is in its right place and all systems are Go. Good news.

That same visit, we visited with a councilor regarding tests for all manner of genetic anomalies that the kid could have. This led us to a nervous moment. When Linda went in for the initial test, she tested positive as a carrier for cystic fibrosis. As such, I needed to get tested as well. If I was a carrier, then there was a sizable chance that the kid would get this disease. Fortunately, I tested negative for that gene, so all was good; crisis averted.

Of course, it didn’t even have to be this way. Linda’s allegedly positive test turned out to be the result of the misreading of the results by an inexperienced young resident physician. Kids these days… Obviously I wasn’t pleased with this, especially the part about my having to get blood drawn unnecessarily. I remarked to the genetic councilor that the dopey resident needed to get his/her blood drawn for no good reason.

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