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Sounds scary, and it is.  It’s when they stick a needle through my belly and into your amniotic sack to retract some fluid so they can test for genetic abnormalities.  I already know you have none and that you are perfect.  But it’s important to do when you are in your late 30’s, or so they say.  And who am I to argue with them?  Whoever they are.

I had anxiety dreams about it all night, so did your dad, and coupled with this nasty head cold I have, didn’t get any sleep at all.  Visions of giant needles danced in my head while I attempted to breathe like a human being.  It was a difficult night at best.  Exhausted and feeling crappy, we went to our appointment.  But on the way, we stopped for Noah’s Bagels and that made me happy, for some strange reason. I have had some very specific comfort food cravings today; a soft warm bagel with cream cheese, matzo ball soup, and now a chicken pot pie with Ben and Jerry’s for dessert.  Not a lot of greens going on today. But I’ll make up for that tomorrow.

We arrived at the office early. It was a different doctor highly referred by Dr. Dwight who specializes in amnios.  It was at the fancy shmancy hospital called Cedars Sinai in the heart of Beverly Hills.  Although I have never liked Beverly Hills, I liked our Doctor right away.  While I was peeing for the umpteenth time your Papa was making small talk with our doctor in his office.  He had three copies of the Four Agreements on his bookshelf, a favorite of your Dad’s.  This started a lovely conversation about spirituality, Alcoholics Anonymous, gurus, and God that lasted all the way through the procedure and afterward.  Dr. Wonderful only paused in our discussion for two things, to point out your amazing little body on his high tech ultra sound and to actually insert the needle and take the fluid.  The first part, seeing you up close and personal, was really magical.  Your Dad was holding my hand and together we watched you kicking your legs and waving your little arms around, as if you were dancing to the Devo I had been playing non-stop in our car for the past few days.  Dr. Wonderful finally got a glimpse between your legs and he said he was more then 95% positive that yes, indeed, you were a girl.  He even mentioned that he thought he could see your labia which made me kind of blush for you and want you to close your legs.  But hey, what can I say, I’m modest and shy. Although I know hearing that from me might make some people laugh.

Then we got to the second part.  The scary part. I admitted I was terrified. But between the doctor, the lovely nurse assisting him who admitted her own grapplings with God, and my amazing husband and your father in the room giving me strength, I knew it would be okay.  I didn’t even look at the needle but just stared at you on the ultrasound monitor willing you to be okay and sending you my love.  He told me I would definitely feel the needle going in, and I did.  Then I saw the tip of it pierce your sack.  It almost made me want to cry.  But I wanted to be strong too.  The Dr. told me to count to 10 while he retrieved the fluid.  I think I held my breath.  My eyes never left the monitor. The Dr. said you were being amazingly cooperative and the nurse emphatically agreed. You were laying there so sweetly and innocently, not moving a muscle when minutes before you were breakdancing. It was magical.  I imagined you looking (although I know you don’t see yet) at this foreign object piercing your world and thinking, What the fuck is that???

I was so proud of you Squirt.   You made me so proud.

When he took the needle it out the whole thing was over and hadn’t lasted more then 10 minutes and phew, finally, we were done.  I let out a huge breath.  He shook our hands and we left the office.  I didn’t realize till we were waiting for the elevator that my whole body was shaking and all I wanted to do was cry.  I hugged your Dad and he held me tight as we waited and walked to our car. We made it.  We did it.  It was over.  And now we can move on.

I know we have to wait 10 days for the results, but I already know what they will say.

You are perfect.  Absolutely perfect.

I love you.



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