The next box to check was the 20 week anatomy scan. We were so anxious that we actually scheduled it a week and a half in advance. I couldn’t wait to see George for an extended period of time (Any ultrasound time was so precious as we’d have to wait four weeks to see him). Anatomy scans are pretty lengthy as they look at the baby thoroughly and take measurements of various different body parts. My mom came with Rich and I as we wanted her to see the baby live, but we all started to feel some tension in the room when we noticed the sonogramer looking intently at the heart. I started thinking, “Why is she taking so many pictures?”, “Is it routine to look this thoroughly at the heart?”, “What are all these measurements and what does that number mean?” My heart was pounding and I turned to Rich and instantly knew he was thinking the same thing. He quickly asked her if everything looked okay and she said she couldn’t confirm anything. She asked if I could walk around and drink some juice to see if the baby would change positions. Thirty minutes later we walked back in and she said the doctor requested some more pictures and measurements. We were told to step out into the waiting room and 20 minutes felt like an eternity. Finally, we sat down with a doctor who told us that our baby was showing an abnormal aorta. He explained that 99% of the time, it’s nothing, but he recommended that we see a genetic counselor, as well as, have an echocardiogram just to be on the safe side. We didn’t think much of it as the doctor (whose name is George, by the way) said, “You should only worry if I’m worried, and I’m by no means worried.” That stuck with us as we left the office. That week consisted of getting our appointments set up, but our hospital didn’t have anything soon, so we decided to schedule at Columbia Medical Center.