I punched someone today. Really hard. It felt so good. They tried to touch my belly. Some stranger. No touching! NO TOUCHING!!

Just kidding. Happy April Fool’s Day!

But seriously. I’ve had pregnant woman tell me that strangers try to touch their bellies. Um…no touching…REALLY! I’m thinking about getting a shirt that says “touch my belly and I’ll break your fingers ”. You have to have the happy face in there you know.

Well anyhoo…to my original post before I realized it was April Fool’s Day and went off on that tangent. Crumpets anyone?

When I saw this dress I thought: isn’t it so adorable you could punch someone? (hence how my April Fool’s idea popped into my head). Crumpets is the pattern by Libby Baker. You can get it from Chiagu. I am absolutely going to get this pattern and make this “so adorable you could punch someone” dress for my baby girl.

Yesterday Alan and I wanted to go out and watch a movie, Sin City in fact. But then as I was eating breakfast in bed with Waldo next to me, I noticed he had little bumps on his leg. I called Alan over and he rolled Waldo onto his back and the poor little guy had red bumps all over his belly. So instead of watching a movie we took a trip over to the vet’s office.

So $174.59 lighter in the wallet Waldo had gotten his yearly shots, a shot of benadryl, and a week worth of antibiotics. The vet said the benadryl would make him drowsy. And it did. It was so bizarre. Usually Waldo is all excited in the car with his mouth open, tongue hanging out, and breathing that sounds like a small locomotive. But he was all drugged up and quiet. It was weird. When we got home Alan was eating fries and dangled one in front of Waldo. Waldo took it in slow motion, with none of his usual happy grabbing. And then he was sleepy the rest of the evening. Alan liked the no happy grabbing of food and joked that Waldo should be drugged more often. But I say it was odd. It was like we had some strange dog in the house.

Well today I’m happy to say that spastic Waldo is back and all bump free. Yay!

I got a call from the hospital today. When the hospital called I knew it was something bad. I wasn’t expecting a call from them and I knew I had no appointments coming up so it wasn’t an appointment reminder so it couldn’t be good. And it wasn’t. My AFP test came back positive for trisomy 18. The nurse said the baby had a 3% chance of having an extra chromosome #18. She said we could have another ultrasound and an amniocentesis to be sure. The amniocentesis has a small risk of miscarriage. It was just too much information to take in. I don’t think I even heard everything she said. I told her I would call her back.

So we hung up and I looked in my prenatal folder for the little booklet that came about AFP screening. So this is what it said:

Trisomy 18 is caused by an extra chromosome #18. Babies with trisomy 18 have severe mental retardation and physical defects. They usually die before birth or in early infancy.

Well that’s when I threw the booklet down and started crying. I’ve calmed down now. I talked to some mommies on the September 2005 Expecting Club on iVillage and am now more positive. They said these tests do have a high false-positive rate and the rate of miscarriage is 1 in 200 so I’m very hopeful that everything will turn out fine.

I need to know if something is wrong with the baby so I’m going ahead with the amniocentesis. I scheduled it for next week Wednesday.

I was talking to Bridgette today. I told her I was having an amniocentesis next week. And she said why? Because you’re over thirty? And I’m like no. And she was asking all these questions and I couldn’t talk about it without bursting into tears so I told her to read my blog. Hey Bridgette are you reading this?!

It’s a lot easier to write about it then to say it out loud. I’m having an amniocentesis. Oh well that’s not so bad. I think it’s why I’m having it which is the bad part. So after talking to Bridgette I was thinking about it. IT. So I thought oh I’ll go back to my knitting to get my mind off of IT. So I picked up my green something and took a picture of it to post on here. I say green something because I can’t remember what I was making. Was it a wrap of some kind or was it something I didn’t like and was going to rip? I wrote it down in my notebook which I can’t find.

I was going to post a picture here but couldn’t find my camera cable either. Wonderful sweet Alan has been helping with housework. He cleaned up and now I can’t find that or my wacom tablet pen, and my sewing scissors, or regular everyday keep in the top drawer of the bathroom scissors. So…no picture of the green something I was knitting. Oh well. I’ll ask him when he wakes up tonight. I mean we do have two, yes TWO, camera cables. One of them has got to be somewhere.

I found my camera cord. And good thing too. My memory card just filled up. I was thinking about posting my knitted green thing today. Or the wonderful flowers that are in bloom in our front yard. I think they are azaleas. But nope. And why not? Because we’re off to the vet again tomorrow.

I was reading Bringing Up Shelby today about the subject of dental care. And I thought: oh let me check Waldo and Nestle’s teeth. Waldo’s teeth were fine. I personally am of the opinion that his teeth are clean because he inhales his food so food doesn’t spend much time in his mouth so his teeth don’t get dirty. Does having clean teeth work that way? Well anyhoo…back to the subject…Nestle’s teeth or I should say one tooth in particular is a mess! See:

There is no tooth. Or it’s the remnant of a tooth. See on the other side of her mouth the tooth looks like a tooth. At least I think that’s the corresponding tooth.

Waah! I feel so terrible. I used to try to brush her teeth every week and then quite horribly failed at that. I haven’t checked her teeth since…January? December? And in the month of December I only brushed her teeth twice. How do I know that? I am that meticulous that I write stuff like that down. Or I should say I used to before my morning sickness hit. Poor Nestle. She doesn’t seem to be in pain though (I hope). Let’s see what the doctor says tomorrow. Well at least it’s something else to think about besides IT. Only wish it were a good something else and not this bad something else.