Amnio Anxiety

I tossed and turned for two hours this morning before finally crawling out of bed. In those two hours I rubbed my slowly growing belly, prayed (maybe more like begged) for our baby's health and safety, listened to the little snores and soft grumblings of Pierce as he slept, and scolded the cat for getting a little too curious about my glass of water on the nightstand. It's 6AM, and I feel like I have had a full day already!

I actually fell asleep easily last night, and I remember thinking that I was remarkably calm about today's appointment. I guess I just needed a little nap before I woke up and realized that today is THE DAY. I keep focusing on the fact that today we will know if Baby Sunshine is a girl or a boy, and that is so exciting! Somehow in focusing on this I am able to forget about the large needle in my belly, the 1 in 300 chance of miscarriage, and the daunting wait for the lab results. I keep reminding myself that women do this every day, and things are completely fine. The doctor himself said that she appeared to be fine on the ultrasound. I have to believe that God would not have allowed this pregnancy to progress this far if there was anything wrong with Baby Sunshine. We lost Baby B (we have decided to name her Savannah), and I believe that she most likely did have some sort of abnormality or she would be growing along with her sibling. Of course I have no way of knowing for sure, but this is the only way I can keep my sanity through this scary time.

I will give the report in a few days when I am allowed to be mobile again. Our appointment is in 2 hours, and then it is off to 48 hours of bed rest. I need to catch up on my reading anyway.