Topic: Musings

At 37 years old and three months pregnant, my doctor wanted me to have an amniocentesis test to make sure my baby didn't have Down Syndrome, since the pregnancy was considered by him to be high risk because I was so "old". I declined.
About this time, myself and several other mothers of young daughters taking tap dancing class had decided to form a class of our own. The instructor, fresh up from performing at Disneyland, was elated at the prospect (we won the main award at a regional competition over all the different age groups and categories). Good times...
They did an ultrasound when the fetus (Caleb) was about twelve weeks along - he was doing some sort of wild Irish jig. I figured that due to all the dance practice I was putting in he had decided to dance along with me. Caleb was about the size of a walnut but he was already "Lord of the Dance". I would think that if a person is developed enough to do a lively "tap dance", their nervous system is also developed enough to feel pain. Just an uneducated guess.
Posted by neverevergiveup
at 8:55 AM PDT
Updated: Friday, 26 August 2005 9:42 PM PDT