Up until yesterday afternoon, it wasn't the procedure I'd been worried about, but the potential results of the amnio. But as it got closer and closer to the time of my appointment, I became more and more tense. I'm not sure why, though knowledge of the 1:200 chance of having a miscarriage resulting from having a long needle poked into my womb, may have influenced things. The boy was wonderfully supportive. He took the day off work and took me out to lunch beforehand (to my huge relief, there was no need for me to have a full bladder before the procedure). Not that it was particularly enjoyable for him, since apparently I was wearing a very anxious expression on my face the whole time.
The operation took fifteen minutes, from preparation to my getting off the table. First there was a scan (this time the baby actually looked like a baby) to show the doctor where to put his needle; then my abdomen was swabbed with something really cold (probably a local anaesthetic); then I saw a long, pointy needle and stopped watching.
What I felt though, was a sharp prick going through two layers (the skin and the muscle?), followed by a something warm being sucked up through a thin tube. It was all quite uncomfortable, and it was an effort for me to breathe; I was scared that if I let my diaphragm move in and out, I'd accidentally poke my foetus in the eye or something.
I was a bit stunned afterwards; vulnerable, fragile and traumatised even. I can't explain why, except that I'd just had a long needle poked into my womb and some of its insides sucked out. Anyway, that's all over now, until we get the results back.