The technician calculated my due date (by the fetal development) to be July 26, which is 2 days earlier than my first ultrasound calculated. I didn't get the same cool Russianish technician as before, it was some other girl-woman thing who happened to be training another technician who sat in for the scan. I was in there for about an hour and a half, and got to see all kinds of different stuffs. In fact I had a 'staffed' neck from angling my head to the monitor for so long. It looks like a real baby now, and they printed out about 10 or so pictures for me. I'll scan and post them when I get a chance.
At one point the technician brought in another male technician to get a second opinion on a potential 'placenta previa', but with further scanning that was ruled out. While they were scanning I asked what they thought they were seeing is called, and would it be a development issue, or birthing issue. The man said it was strickly a birthing issue, and would mean it necessary to deliver by Cesarian. They were almost going to have me come back in for a follow up scan because it was still questionable, and I was just dying to ask them to hand me my BlackBerry while they were scanning so I could look it up, but finally they became confident everything was OK.
The man left and the woman continued scanning and doing measurements, etc, then later she said she was going to show the results to their Big Cheese and be right back. I remebered from my first scan that that meant they were done and they have to get approval before they let you go incase the Big Cheese wants to see more of anything. I was like "What? That's it? Weren't you able to tell the gender?". She said she tried but couldn't see well enough in that area to tell. Arrrrrrrg! My mind started racing and I realized my insurance wouldn't pay to send me back just so I can better prepare my nursury decor scheme. I started freaking out and called Mike as soon as I got back in the truck. Then I called my OB like 700 times but couldn't get through, so I moved on to my mother. We decided I'd just have to get an ultrasound on my own to detect the gender. Really not such a big deal, but I had been waiting so long and so anxious to find out I was pretty depressed about the outcome. Later I became kinda pissed that the technician never said a word about not being able to see, or ask if I was even interested in finding out the gender before birth. If she would have explained to me while she was looking that she wasn't able to tell it wouldn't have come as such a shock. Good customer service is hard to come by these days.
My next OB appt is with the nurse practitioner in La Quinta on the 13th.
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