28 weeks

Well, 27 and 5 days according to the size of Sprout's noggin, but whatever.

Today I only had to have the non-invasive type of ultrasound, which was pretty nice. I don't like to start my day with the other kind. 

Everything on the little man looks great, his CPC is still gone (wahoo!) and he's growing well. He weighs almost 2 pounds now. That's a big potato!

On a less than stellar side note, the tumor on my left (only) ovary, which hadn't changed at all in size until now, is a few centimeters larger than it was 4 weeks ago. This is, apparently, no good. My doctor said, "I definitely want you to make an appointment with the oncologist."

I said, "I really like for the words 'definitely' and 'oncologist' to be in the same sentence."

He didn't seem amused.

So now I'm just waiting on my referral paperwork to be done by Tricare, which means that I'll probably have an appointment in about 12 years. I hate dealing with Tricare for stuff like this.

I'm past the point of being able to have surgery to remove it, that window was only between 12 and 20 weeks. It hadn't changed at all until now, so both of my doctors were saying it wasn't a big deal and we could wait until after Sprout was born to take care of it. 

Is it just me or is it something that maybe should just come out as soon as it can?

Now what? If it gets too big and has to come out, my baby will be delivered by C-section prematurely? Or if it gets big enough to torse and break, I could die, and then so could he?

What else can I say but, "Well, okay."

It's frustrating. I feel like I get bad news about my own health every time we go. I'm just happy that it's something in me, not something in him.

His name is Liam Everett, by the way.