Have got my nuchal scan and results on Monday.
This is the third pregnancy that has got this far. The first one, when I was 38, I was absolutely terrified - my GP had made a massive song and dance about the high risks for older mothers - and I was in tears before she'd even squirted on the goo. Results were very, very low risk, equivalent to the risk for a 15 year old Mum - more tears of overwhelming relief. Wonderful DS now 2 and a bit :)
The second time, when I was 40, I sauntered in having lost no sleep at all over it, looking forward to seeing the little person wriggling away. But we also saw a vast nuchal fold all down the spine and were given results of 1:2, later confirmed to be definite T21. Totally devastating and ended in a heartbreaking termination.
So I can barely string a sentence together in the terrifying run up to the scan on Monday. I've been through the first few months of this pg trying to ignore the little person inside, totally against my instincts which have previously been to talk to it from the earliest days. I know this is likely to be the last chance for us (now 41 and have been diagnosed with low fertility) and desperately want my DS to have a sibling. Someone described all this as fear vs hope on another thread - we chose hope and have kept on trying for DC2 but the fear is raging just at the moment. No particular question or advice sought, just knew people wouldn't mind me saying this out loud here.