My morning started around 3 am. My bladder woke me up, and my back kept me up for the next hour or so. Not an ideal beginning to the day, but I had an ultrasound to look forward to. And in my head, this was just a routine third trimester ultrasound. Then I sit down and the ultrasound tech mentions that she'll be checking the choroid plexus to see if the cyst is still there. WHAT!? I don't know what that is! What is she talking about!? The tech was quick to explain that when a babies brain is developing cysts often form (from the internet research I did later, it's basically a blister like cyst because that's the part of the brain that something something with spinal fluid?) and they usually disappear by 32 weeks. But, it can be a red flag so they were just checking. She wasn't sure why they hadn't mentioned anything to me. I wasn't sure either, other than the fact that maybe everyone was so excited about the heart being good they didn't think to mention the brain. Anyway, they checked the choroid plexus and the first was fine. The second was a little more difficult to see so while we tried to get Abby to wiggle into a better position we got some good 3D shots. Then we got the money shot of choroid plexus #2 and it was fine. But HOLY CRAP! That was a lovely curve ball for my morning. Andrew wasn't with me so he wanted a call when done and poor guy almost had a heart attack. Well, to be more accurate, he says I almost made him crash. I didn't realize he was driving...Whoops. But, all is well. Except that now I will be even more helicoptery when Abby gets here in case they missed something. Why can't parenting be easy?
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