One Step Closer.

A while ago, I posted about graduation from the RE's office and leaving with that beautiful, little, black and white, grainy picture. Today, I am one cautious step closer. 

I received the first ultrasound picture of Tiny T. It is super-grainy but I had it and Dr. Compassion smiled when he printed it out for me.

For the most part, the brief appointment was good. I had a few questions about next steps and busted out my list.

How much longer to continue with the metformin and crinone (3-4 more weeks). 

Whether or not I should be carrying Toddler T around. (Yes, fine. No reason not too). 

I asked about when I should call the new OB/GYN. (Soon)

And then I got to the last one. 

About 5 months ago, Dr. Million.pictures.on.the.wall casually told me that if I did wind up pregnant with my own eggs, I would need an amniocentesis to rule out any genetic abnormalities. The reason being, the discrepancy between my age (34) and the manner in which my reproductive system was carrying on (40+). Now, this may sound like sound advice. But, you need to understand, it was said in the same tone that one might order their dressing on the side at lunch. I was blindsided and discounted this recommendation immediately.

Back to my list of questions.

"So, Dr. C., a while back, my former RE suggested an amnio or CVS testing to rule out any genetic abnormalities. What are your thoughts on this?"

I fully expected him to say, "I'm confidant that you are responding like a 34 year old and aren't in need of this level of diagnostic testing."

What he said was. "Absolutely. Yes."

I was floored. 

So, I have the following options. Schedule the CVS testing between 10 and 11 weeks and receive notification of the results by 12 weeks. Or, schedule an amnio at 16 weeks and get results back around 18 weeks. We both agreed that given the fact that I have a child to think about, plus the emotional toll this past year has taken, it would be smarter to go for the CVS screening. 

This is what I mean by one step closer. This process has been a waiting game and I find myself with an additional hurdle to cross.  I am also praying for my luck to hold out. Everything I asked for has happened and I need one more thing to come through. 

But, in other news, Toddler T announced that he is not wearing diapers anymore. He was watching The Bubble Guppies while I made dinner. I came back to check on him and he was sitting on the couch wearing only his t-shirt. I asked him what had happened to his diaper and would he like to put it back on. He very clearly and without reservation said, "No,  Mommy. I am NOT wearing diapers anymore. I am ready for underwear."  

So here goes with that, again.