20 weeks, halfway!!

I suppose I have one more piece of information to report that may be slightly more important than my recent vomit escapades.

My anatomy scan was last week but Mike and I didn't find out gender until this past Friday because we did a gender reveal cake.  And baby is a ...

I sliced open that pink cake and we were shocked.  We were so sure it was a boy.  When people ask me why I was so sure, I can't answer them without sounding like one of those crazy pregnant ladies who actually believe in their hormone-driven premonitions.  But there it is.

There was one anomaly on the anatomy scan, though.  Baby has an enlarged, fluid-filled kidney.  I panicked about this until I was reassured by two different doctors that it was not something to worry about at this point, but just something to monitor.  I blame my initial panic on the doctor at the ultrasound place, who had the bedside manner of an alarmist bedpost.  She was very nice, but the woman didn't know how to relate information without making it sound like a death sentence. 

So I go in for another ultrasound in two weeks, and then another one at 32-weeks, to make sure that baby's kidney isn't continuing to enlarge.  The doctors told me that, in most cases, it resolves itself by the third trimester, or by birth.  If not baby will have to see a specialist for her first couple of years to make sure she doesn't need surgery.  Surgery would involve the closing of a hole in the kidney that is created when the fluid enlargement doesn't go down when it's supposed to.  I'm told that this problem occurs in 10% of babies at the 20-week ultrasound (though I can't seem to find anyone who has experienced nor heard of it).

But I keep reminding myself that I should be grateful.  There are so many far worse things to be found on the anatomy scan, and everything else was perfect.