I was wrong when I thought I would be totally laid back about this pregnancy. Every twinge, there every waning symptom has me running to Google and re-testing with my pee sticks, or calling NHS direct in a state of panic.
Our booking in appointment at UCH was fantastic. We were allocated a student midwife, which I was dubious of at first, but she was just lovely and able to answer our questions well. I mentioned to her the dropping off of my painful boobs (I’m able to lie on my stomach again, total revelation) as well as a faint pregnancy test (why? Why? Why? have I still been testing at 10 weeks pregnant? All credit to the midwives at UCH who they didn’t ask this question, I sure as hell would have). Still, the fact that the line was a lot weaker than my earlier tests worried me horribly.
They took my worries seriously and marched me down to the Early Pregnancy Unit for a scan. Internet, we have a baby:
It has arms and legs that were moving! A head! An umbilical cord! And what looks like a football, but is apparently a yolk.
I would like to write about how the tiredness that has taken over my life is still… well, taking over my life, but the happiness is overriding that.
Congratulations on your fantastic news! Here’s to a healthy pregnancy.
Thanks Jules, it’s good to be back. I loved your interview on BBC Derby!