Chances of having Celiac Disease? 1 in 133.
Chances of having a son needing hypospadias repair? Varies from 1 in 150 to 1 in 300.
Chances of a fetus developing Choroid Plexus Cysts? 1 to 2%.
It's all about percentages. And I have all of the above. Being RH negative is quite literally a pain in the ass, but easily dealt with with 2 shots per pregnancy. No side effects, no worries. Just making sure your body doesn't reject your new little bundle for having a "positive" baby daddy.
Having Celiacs can also be a literal pain in the ass...or gut, or stomach, etc. An annoying and very sneaky disease, but easily managed with a gluten free diet for the rest of your life. I don't complain about having it. So I can't eat an entire basket of warm bread served while I wait for my meal at the Keg. So what? I don't have to endure chemo or dialysis. This won't kill me...just put me at higher risk for things that could later on.
Hypospadias repair was by far the worst I've had to endure with my son. Again, not a life threatening condition and at the end of it all, I got to take my son home healthy and...well after months of recovery, happy. I don't ever want to have to watch nurses wheel my son through oversized hospital doors in a metal crib while he rests on all fours, crying and reaching for me ever again.
Little Wayne Gretzky? He's no exception. He's decided to develop a cyst on his little brain that I'll find out next week if it's disappeared as it should have by now. Again, nothing to really worry about...it's basically an air bubble that appears, then goes away on it's own before 30 weeks gestation...normally. And even if it doesn't, it doesn't really mean much of anything. Generally people have no side effects from being born with one. However, as you might have noticed, if there's a relatively small percentage of the population to have something, apparently I'm on it like pig on sh!t.
Again, I'm really not complaining about things. I have it easy. My kids are happy and healthy and so are my husband and I. We know how incredibly lucky we are every day. And, the possibility of this little cyst remaining in my developing little man's brain allowed me to see him when I've never seen either of my other 2. All squished in, folded up and hiding his face from the camera.
So, here I sit. 32 weeks in with anywhere between 7 and 9 left to go. 100% excited to meet Wayne Gretzky and watch his big brother and sister fawn over him, love him, wake him up from the only nap he's taken all day and trying to mail him to a far off place to get back to their version of normal again.
