I think I’ve figured out how to solve my “to peek or not to peek” dilemma. I’ll tell the technician, and the doctor, and anyone else within earshot, that we don’t want to know… but during the ultrasound, I’ll pay attention, and see if I can figure it out on my own. I won’t ask for confirmation, or a money-shot photo to bring home and compare on the Internet, so I’ll still hold a fairly large possibility of being wrong… but it’ll be easier than turning away and missing some of the ultrasound.
So, it’s semi-peeking… like covering your eyes through a scary movie, and then peeking through your fingers anyway. Compromise makes the world go ’round, right?
And in other pregnancy news… I have no news. Week 17 appointment today, had my new-and-improved April 5 due date confirmed, was told that the chances of this baby having Down Syndrome are lower than my chances of marrying a supermodel, received congratulations on textbook-perfect bloodwork results, and confirmed a still-minimal weight gain for the pregnancy as a whole, just one pound so far. Perfect, strong baby heartbeat, and the nurse midwife’s initial skepticism when I told her I was feeling fetal movement was squelched when the baby gave her a firm nudge as she did a quick nudge-around to check for uterus size, or whatever they check for (it’s a mystery to me; I can never feel any internal organs until I start having Braxton-Hicks contractions, but somehow they can).
I really, really prefer boring pregnancies to eventful ones.