Most of the parents I know eschew the first trimester screening. Before Julianna, that was me, too. I was not at any particular risk for having a child with chromosomal abnormality, and what was I going to do with the info, anyway? Besides, I knew the tests often gave false positives.
After Julianna, we decided that it was worth an ultrasound and blood test to put that niggling “what if” doubt out of our minds for the rest of the pregnancy.
I’m now 36 (right? Hang on, let me do the math. Right, 36. Coming up on 37.) So now I am in that so-called risk category. But I still have no expectation of finding anything unusual when I go in for a screening. Well, that’s not entirely true. I have a little pessimist’s streak in me that whispers that I’m going to lose the baby, and I’m going to take my kids with me to look at pictures of the baby, only to find that there’s no heartbeat. But I rolled my eyes at myself, packed up the kids, and trekked over to the hospital clinic.
Here’s how my kids entertain themselves in waiting rooms: