Scan Day
Last week, I had a scan. What with the crippling morning sickness, the demanding job, and the unprecedented tiredness (I never even knew that was a side effect of pregnancy!) I'd barely had time to think about it. It was at 3pm and I'd been told to turn up with a full bladder. So I duly drank three pints of water at 2pm.

Unfortunately thanks to the shiteness of my local NHS hospital (and yes..I appreciate some hospitals are great but trust me, this one is shite), I was sent to the wrong ward. Three times. I turned up 45 minutes late to the right place, absolutely desperate to pee. The lady called me in. HURRAH! I am thinking. In 10 mins I'll be scanned and peeing.

Oh no. Turns out the lady called me in to write my name on a bit of paper, give it to me, and tell me to go to another ward. Which is a five minute walk away. At this point I am in pain from all the water and snarling at my husband, the first time in our nine year relationship I have ever snarled at him. He looks a bit hurt. The day is not going well. I decide to have a little pee, just enough to take the pain off. I get to the loo and it's out of order. I nearly cried :( I was convinced I was going to explode, and made a secret shameful pact to pee myself with as much dignity as I could muster if it became too much to bear. After another half hour of waiting I eventually get called. It's now 4.15 and I waddle into the room.

The ultrasonographer then tells me I am having an internal scan (shudder) and I never needed to have a full bladder in the first place. Anger takes over and I demand to pee. She shows me to the loo, it's filthy, it's really bloody filthy, I've been to multi storey car parks with cleaner sanitation. Amidst the smell of stale urine and my own sense of shame I did the BEST PEE OF MY GOD DAMN LIFE. We're talking top three here, and I'm 27 - I have a history of excellent pees. And then went back in to be scanned.

What with everything, I'd quite forgotten the point of actually going to the hospital. I saw, on the screen, a tiny little dot. 'That's your baby', said the ultrasonographer. 'And that's it's little heartbeat'. It was fuzzy, it was tiny, but it was there. My husband and I had a quiet tear.

Our little baby :)
(Northern Lovely, Sat 7 Aug 2010, 20:48, 2 replies)

Nice one!
Awwww. My best advice is keep a diary of everything that happens from now on.It will be an amazing thing to look back on for all of you when in a flash, a blink of an eye....it's their 21st birthday!
( Herb Alpert's Taxi Driver I have very beautiful lips, Sun 8 Aug 2010, 0:05, closed)

Same boat
After one healthy, one stillborn and numerous miscarriages mrs micmac is at 25wks and counting. I am a radiographer, and so used to this malarkey but still the tear welled and the warm got fuzzy.

Muchos Congratulations
(micmac is happy as a pig in shite, Sun 8 Aug 2010, 20:25, closed)