PPD - even more pregnancy shtuff

good morning, everyone! the baby is sleeping in the swing after waking up for a 5:30 feeding. i can't fall asleep again, boo, so here we go. i want to get through the pregnancy part and into the PPD before i block it out! :) so, due to my Advanced Maternal Age of 38, we decided to do genetic counseling, and determined that a CVS scan would be a good idea, since the chance of birth defects triples after age 35. it's chorionic villus sampling, and i had to drive to MUSC in charleston to have it done. there was some kind of police incident near the hospital so i couldn't reach the building. i saw a cop directing traffic, and, never underestimate the power of a woman needing a *female procedure* for access to a blocked parking lot. i was all, 'scuse me sir, i'm PREGNANT and i have to have an ultrasound --," he's all, "go on through, ma'am." anyway, in the waiting room, i saw this chick come through in a, no exaggeration, fluorescent yellow business suit. it was blindingly hideous. everyone in the waiting room stared at each other to make sure we all actually saw the hideosity. WE DID. guess who my doctor was? wheeee, bad-taste lady. so, apparently, the baby's placenta contains the same DNA as the baby, and the placenta lining has villi, the little wavy thingies that move stuff around. yes, that is the official medical explanation. GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS AHEAD: so, to snag some of the villi, which is then tested for 4 separate genetic anomalies, the dr has to insert a wand, with a little gripper on the end, into your vagina, cervix and then puncture the placenta, grab some villi, and then pull it out. it was as pleasant as it sounds. it reminds me of one of those games where you operate a crane-grabby-thingie and try to grab a toy from a clear box. but more fun than that. first, the fluorescent suit chick dr got the speculum *stuck* next to the cervix, with a horrible pinch, and i almost FLEW off the table. i'm all, "OH MY GOSH THAT HURTS THAT HURTS," and the dr's all, "where? where? is it your cervix??" i said, "i don't KNOW, i guess??" and she says, "well, it can't be your cervix because of the nerve endings," so i said, still desperately, "well then WHY would you ask if it's my cervix? whatever it is, it's really painful!" and then she's all skeptical, like, "well, it really shouldn't hurt that badly," and i said, "i AGREE. it SHOULDN'T." anyway, it was a miserable experience but after a couple of tries, the dr finally got the necessary sample. i was around 14 weeks pg then and the results would take 2 weeks. because there was DNA to analyze, we would also be able to find out the sex of the baby. i definitely wanted to know because i have no patience, and andrew did NOT want to know. i can't keep my own good surprises from people, so if *i* found out, so would andrew. :)  in the meantime, andrew and i discussed and decided that i would have my tubes tied after we had this baby. MY reasoning is this: first, when this baby was born, i would be 39 and andrew would be 41. we were so incredibly blessed to become pregnant so quickly, when so many others have such trouble with fertility. also, the baby ended up being perfect, and my pregnancy itself could've been much worse. to ask for or expect those awesome blessings more than once would just be greedy and selfish and presumptuous. our decision never had anything to do with making sure *this doesn't happen again*, because that brings a connotation that our pregnancy was a mistake or unplanned. and it wasn't at all. we prayed and we immediately got pregnant. we 100% want THIS little baby, no matter if she had ended up perfect or not (but whewwwww, right? :)). anyway, i wanted to make the decision before we got the test results on the DNA, and before we knew the baby's sex.  i just wanted to base the decision on what i've described above. so, we got the call the next week, as i was browsing around World Market, that the baby was FINE!!! wheeee! and that we were having a GIRRLLLL!! yay! i texted andrew at JAG school and asked if he wanted to know the baby's sex and he said no. and then yes. :) and i texted my twin sister that we were having a little princess baby, and MAYBE 4.7 seconds later, she texted me back a picture of the first little baby girl outfit she had JUST ordered between my text and hers. :) yayyyy!! SHOPPING!!! this is the picture sara texted me:

don't hate. this brand, mad sky,
is my favorite for little baby girls.

anyway, this has been today's installment of "Are We Ever Going to Talk About PPD?" we're through about 15 weeks of pregnancy. does it feel like week 78 to those of you reading along? too bad, SUCKAS. :) will try to continue later on today, but it depends on the precious little babymuffin angelpants.  happy wednesdaaayyyyyy!! :)