Doctor, Doctor...

Had a fun time at the doctor today. Really need another scan before working again - have playing work from 11th September & don't want to be blowing the horn worried that something's going to burst! After leaving unreturned messages for the midwife, who I think is on holiday, I gave up & called the Early Pregnancy Monitoring Unit where I had the previous two scans and found out I needed a GP referral. So turned up & waited two and a half hours for a fit in appointment with the one GP who does that (the only one I ever seem to see anyway.)
Not that I have huge confidence in him anyway, since he estimated Dom's weight at 27 stone (actually 18) and I failed to understand what he was saying when trying to take my blood pressure - a procedure which took about 10 mins in the end, but he really has reached new heights of incompetence.
I gave him the sheet from the hospital showing the nature of the bleed, all the measurements of the baby which are normal and the fact that it's still a viable pregnancy at 14 weeks. He peered at it through his magnifying glass (seriously) and said "so you lost the baby?!". (Seriously.) Then, having totally failed to understand my condition, he went on to say I should be on total bedrest. I mustn't leave bed except to use the toilet. If I stand up the bleeding will start again.
Apart from the fact that I've been upright for two weeks since the first bleed & it's not happened since: he then left me standing up at reception for fifteen minutes whilst he and his receptionist tried to work out how to book a scan.
Oh well. I have my scan booked for Monday so I'm happy. (Actually I've been shopping - but don't tell him...)

Slight hiccup

Well, that was nearly the shortest blog ever! Last Friday night - woke up thinking I was having a bladder malfunction & spent the next 8 hours firmly believing I was having a miscarriage. Went to A&E after one hour of it - at about 1am & was given a quick scan & exam - everything looking fine then (apart from all the blood, of course) - but after another 7 hours of it and then a week's wait before a full scan was feeling completely hopeless.
Went for the scan yesterday, though, and the baby is still moving & has heart beat. I have a sub-chorionic bleed which could be seen to one side of the baby. Apparently these 'usually' resolve themselves & get reabsorbed... I googled what happens when they don't & wished I hadn't.
Anyway. Now on sofa-rest - no lifting, carrying, exercising, doing anything fun basically. Am determined to make the most of it (Dom's under doctor's orders to do everything for me!) and am watching Battlestar Galactica whilst knitting an orange dinosaur. (Desperately trying not to keep eating since I can't do anything to shift the extra weight now...)

Scan day. (Definitely pregnant now!)

Okay, so we're definitely pregnant! We only got to the hospital one hour early (I was being very restrained) and the cafe in the antenatal clinic didn't sell decaffinated tea, milk, or anything I fancied so spent the time getting more and more nervous about having to tell everyone it was a false alarm. In the scanning room the woman was lovely - but had a good look around 'to check everything' before my husband could see the baby & even then the computer screen was turned away from me so I had to ask "is there anything there?!"
Well, there was, so I started crying with relief. The woman turned the screen towards me but I was feeling slightly hysterical by then so the picture kept jumping as I laughed. I managed to calm down and there he was. (Too early to know the sex & we don't want to find out anyway - but can't bear to talk about an 'it') Then Dom took my hand and started shaking which set me off again. (I knew I shouldn't have bothered with mascara.)
Then Dom pipes up "is that the bladder behind the head?" at which the woman panics - not having noticed any major deformities herself - until she realises he meant mine! so then she has hysterics - a great big laugh - for several minutes, after which she helpfully moves the wand to show him my bladder. (Nice.) Then she does a little tour and says "and there you can see the vagina" to which I said "lovely, let's all look at that" which sets her off again and then me too so it's shaking all over the place again!
Anyway, we all calmed down after a while & she managed to print off some unshaky pictures which I'll see if I can post here. (Or get Dom to later.)
We've emailed them around to family & on facebook & everyone agrees he looks very comfy and laid back. There are also opinions that he's either waiting for someone to give him a beer or is playing an imaginary french horn. (Trust me - he's not getting his hands on either for the next few decades...)(... at least.)