I have a level two ultrasound scheduled for 1:30 PM today. I do hope everything looks OK. I have one active baby in there, which makes me a little nervous for some reason. I spend a few minutes each day wondering if the baby is wrapping the umbilical around his or her neck. It’s amazing how much Ndugu moves! And I wake up at least once a night to discover Tobyjoe’s hand cupped around my growing belly. In the morning he reports back to me, “Ndugu moved a lot this morning.” Or “Ndugu kicked me in the thumb!” Being pregnant has introduced me to a new level of love for Tobyjoe. I had no idea it was even possible.
The level two ultrasound (I am told) is a more advanced ultrasound that can show the gestational age and fetal growth. The technician will make notes about the brain, heart, kidney and spinal cord, amniotic fluid volume, placental position and my own pelvic abnormalities (which could lead to problems during labor). I’m crossing my fingers, toes, and eyes hoping to hear good news. And if Ndugu stands up to his or her reputation, his or her legs are crossed right now as well.
My second biggest worry right now is having to consume large quantities of water in order to get decent results from the ultrasound. I am not sure how women handle this. If I have to pee a tablespoon these days, my bladder screams. This time, I have to drink at least 20 ounces of water and not relieve myself until after the appointment. I have decided to bring along a good book and consume the liquid in the hospital waiting room. That way, if I do wet myself, everyone around should understand why.
If all goes well today, we will know if little Ndugu is a boy or a girl, but this time I’m not getting my hopes up. As long as she (or he) is healthy, I couldn’t care less.