The baby-making table, that is?
Sometimes it’s easy to think about the little things about you that you might “donate” to your baby.
Good things, like:
Freckles. Height. Book-smarts. Love of reading. Kindness. Open mindedness. Love of music. The ability to follow-through (most of the time). Being on time.
Funny things, like:
Attraction to bad television. Interest in celebrity. Love of Diet Coke. Oddly shaped pinky toes. Double jointedness in pointer finger (only). Lack of flexibility.
Scary-to-parents things, like:
Ability to consume all fluids as quickly as water. Willingness to try new things (trust me, this can go either way).
You see what I’m getting at.
Then, occasionally, you really get to think about the SERIOUS things you can pass on to your baby.
Like your congenital heart defect.
That is my serious thing, anyway.
Today was one of those days.
We had our fetal echocardiogram today. We have had them with our past two pregnancies. It’s wonderful to watch your babies’ heart beat for over an hour. It’s also scary to know that the doctor could be seeing something that you don’t.
Luckily for us, we have never had that issue pre-birth. And also lucky for us, if we ever had an issue post-birth, we have a great relationship with a pediatric cardiologist.
And by that, I mean that we have to pay them lots of money every time we go.
But it’s worth the peace of mind. Of course.
And, by the way, I have managed to pass along some freckles…just in case you were wondering.