This whole live fetus in the uterus thing is the SHIT! You should get yourself one!
Little IF joke there. Too close to the bone to be funny? Sorry… I had my anatomy scan this morning and am recovering from the anxiety that attends these things, so I’m even more insensitive than usual.
Bun Bun is alive. Okay, this is what I was expecting. But the whole time we were waiting, Viking Rune Candle Lady’s very vivid description of discovering (at 20 weeks, in a room somewhere in that imaging suite, perhaps even the same room) that her twins were dead kept running through my head on endless repeat. But my baby’s not dead, and has all the right parts in all the right places, including sex organs that remain a secret. It was pretty incredible to watch him moving around and to feel nothing at all. (I’ve got ye olde anterior placenta so it will probably be a while yet before I can be certain anything I’m feeling is really him.) Beautiful spine, awesome little feet, kidneys…all the good stuff a baby needs. After the nice sonographer had finished, a mean doctor came in and told me about how ancient I am and made sure I knew I could have amniocentesis. Go away, mean doctor.
So that was pretty awesome. Then I dragged my almost-advanced-maternal-age carcass to work where I will spend my day dealing with angry students who want me to know that getting a B in my course will prevent them from getting into medical school and pretty much ruin their lives. And I’ll be like FUCK YOU. RUINING LIVES IS MY FAVORITE THING.
Hot tip: Picture of my baby’s mashed up face on Bun Bun’s page.