Yesterday we had our first trimester screening, and we also had our first introduction to our baby's personality. And it was trouble.
Despite the two large glasses of juice and the 1 LITER of water I drank before the ultrasound (hey, they say to come with a full bladder, and I didn't want to disappoint), BumpBaby decided not to cooperate. S/he laid on her/his comfortable side for a good 30 minutes, while I did the horizontal peepee dance on the ultrasound table, until the ultrasound technician was able to shake him/her into a profile.
And then ... I fell in love for the 1,000 time this pregnancy:
Of course nothing can be all good with my little troublemaker, so although I learned that s/he has less than 1 in 18,000 of a chance for Down syndrome and less than 1 in 20,000 for Trisomy 18, I also learned that I might have TWO UTERUSES.
Yep, not one cute heart-shaped one. Two completely separate uteruses (uteri?) with two completely separate cervixes (cervi?). Say what?
Unfortunately they can't make the distinction between the bicornuate uterus and the double-trouble uterus while I'm pregnant so I won't know for sure until after this baby is causing trouble outside my body rather than inside. But it's just something to add to the growing list of WTF?! Mysteries of "Me, Pregnant."