This blog isn’t developing the way I thought it would.
Over the past 2 months, I’ve started two posts that have yet to be completed: one about the effects of this pregnancy on my sex life (short answer: not good), and another on how I feel about being pregnant with a girl (short answer: not good).
Truth be told, I may still finish these posts and predate them for purposes of chronology. Yes, I realize that’s cheating, but I’m a woman pregnant with a donor egg baby, so clearly I’m an ends-justify-the-means kind of girl.
Aside from this blog, another thing that appears to be stunted is my baby’s growth.
All was well at the anatomy scan 8 weeks ago. No cleft palate, no incomplete organs, and no structural issues. They couldn’t confirm 10 fingers, though, and I was told that either she was making fists (more likely) or she that had no fingers (less likely). In any case, we needed a follow-up.
Six weeks later, my baby was indeed found to have 10 fingers, but she was also measuring 11 days behind. This puts her in the 10th percentile of fetal development. This isn’t good.
They say it might be nothing. That it could be a blip. That she could catch-up over the coming months, and none of this will have been an issue. On the other hand, her small size could be the start of a pattern that will mean a very risky third trimester of pregnancy, premature delivery, and/or developmental delays. They just don’t know yet.
And they’re making me wait 4 weeks for a follow-up. Their rationale is that the baby needs time to have measurable growth, but I’m pretty sure they’re just fucking with me.
So I’m two weeks post-shitty news, and the only thing keeping me afloat is that I think my baby might be growing. My belly has gotten bigger, and I’ve also been feeling more movements. Like, a lot more movements. Like, the kind of movements where you see limbs protruding from the surface of my abdomen like something out of Alien. It’s gross, but I’ll take it if it means that my baby’s stunted growth will prove to be an inconsequential blip after all.
Either way, it puts the whole “I wish I were having more sex and also not having a girl” thing into perspective, doesn’t it?