I've never been good at the 'save the strapline til the end of the post' thing. So the longer version is, we had the nuchal scan today. Everything was normal. Nuchal measurement between 1.9 and 2.2mm, heart with four chambers, all organs that we could see developing normally, a little bit of fluid in the bladder which means at least one kidney is working normally, fingers present (she couldn't get a good look at the toes as the fetus kept kicking and twisting and rolling over and generally making her job difficult), the nasal bone present, bloods normal. This gave us a risk of 1 in 1529 for Downs, and 1 in 2600ish for Trisomies 13 and 18. The risks are higher than Pob's, but then I'm 21 months older than at the same stage with Pob, so it's hard for the risk to get down to the same levels we had with her.
The good Dr Professor spent about 25 seconds looking at the scan, and another, ooh, maybe 50 seconds looking at the combined results, then told us that all was fine and to enjoy our Christmas. Oh ok then.
H is feeling very happy, but then he was sure that all was ok anyway. I am feeling, well, surprisingly flat. It could be the continued sleep deprivation (insomnia after 3am last night), or, I dunno, the knowledge that so much can still go wrong? I'm not sure. My mother is very disappointed in me. I'm not unhappy, I'm just not celebrating yet. It's a tremendous relief, but it's a long way from a baby.
I celebrated by buying clothes for Pob in the sales, then got my hair done and splashed out on a bright red manicure and pedicure. At least I look festive. And I came home to Pob and H and they were both very pleased to see me. I have a lot of joy in my life, and this new life will hopefully become part of it in July. Until then, I'll make the most of the joy I have.