The NT scan we had with Rex featured the word “surreal” many times. Surprisingly, it was no different this time around. It never ceases to amaze me how the tadpole blob of 6 weeks transforms into something closely resembling a baby as early as 12w4d. We saw the profile, including the distinctive X family chin, the beginning of the nose, legs, arms, hands and little fingers. It was too early to tell gender.
Unlike the MFM we saw with Rex, we were given genetic counseling about the most common chromosomal abnormalities and the various tests now available. We told our sordid conception history, including the parts involving the man down the hall, aka Dr. Uterus. We told of the conception success we had up the street with his rival. And, we all marveled that this time we ended up where we were all by ourselves.
The NT measurement varied between 1.8 and 2.4, which we both found alarming but didn’t seem to phase the tech or the doctor. Baby was measuring ahead at 13w3d. She said that everything looked “great” and was unconcerned with the measurements.
As for the blood test, we opted for the Materni21 blood test. It finds and isolates free floating DNA from the baby and evaluates it for Trisomy 13, 18, and 21. The results come back as a “yes” or “no” rather than odds. It’s being billed as the no risk amnio. I prefer to think of it as the yes/no test. We get the results in about 10 days.
As surreal as the scan was, being back in the waiting room at Dr. Uterus’s office was downright bizarre. The staff remembered me and seemed glad to see me as a patient of the MFM rather than Dr. Uterus. I couldn’t identify any fertility patients waiting, but I could definitely pick them out from the departing patients. The lack of a big belly was a clue, but the dead giveaway was the consistent half-run they all made to get the hell out of that waiting room. They all looked straight ahead while making a beeline for the door. I was so sad for them because I knew so well what they were going through. I wanted to give them a hug and a referral card to the far more compassionate Dr. Salsa who doesn’t make them run the gauntlet of bellies. I also wanted to punch Dr. Uterus for still making his patients put up with a waiting room of disgruntled, pee-prone pregnant ladies. He obviously has learned nothing.
So, all in all, a positive experience.