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Margaret Anne Barnett



Josh and I had the opportunity to go for an ultrasound of our baby #2 last week. We learned that day that we are having another girl whom we had already decided to name Margaret Anne Barnett, aka Maggie. Here is Maggie's picture. I'm pretty sure she's adorable.
So Thursday was my regular prenatal appointment for this month. It had been a week since our ultrasound when we found out who we are expecting. We got some less than awesome news about our little Maggie Moo. 

Maggie apparently has a cyst in her brain, but no other abnormalities. Its called a Choroid Plexus Cyst. Apparently these cysts are quite common and tend to go away on their own before the end of the pregnancy, if there are no other issues. However, it does mean that she has a greater chance for Trisomy 18, which is normally a 1 in 3000 chance for a normal pregnancy, but when there is the presence of this type of cyst the chances go up to 1 in 300.

So we will be monitoring our sweet little Maggie, and having a follow up ultrasound later in the pregnancy to check on her. We are praying that this cyst goes away and that she is perfectly healthy.

I'm 21 weeks pregnant, which means we are over half way to meeting our sweet baby! I feel her little movements all throughout the day, and I feel like I'm getting to know her. She loves to spend mommy and daddy time with us from when Ellie goes to bed until we go to bed. I can see her moving across my belly.

Thats all I have to say for now. Please keep Miss Maggie in your prayers!
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