Despite having seen the heartbeat at my 7 week scan, i was still anxious. I'd had an electric shock which got me in a panic. Was the baby still ok, was it still growing? Everyone told me not to worry but my mind was still in overdrive so I booked myself in for a private scan. I'd rather pay the £100 just so i knew things were on track than worry until my 12 week scan.
Although lovely, the clinic experience was slightly odd. My Mum was busy and my friends who knew about my pregnancy were all otherwise engaged so I went on my own. I was quite happy to do this and hadn't really thought anything about it until...
"No partner /husband with you today?"
"Er, no!!"
"You do realise you could of brought someone"
"Yes, everyone was busy!"
"Oh!"
After an awkward 10 minutes I finally got to go in for my scan.
I went in and asked her if I needed to take my trousers off, having being used to wandy, i was slightly shocked & greatly relieved when she told me just unbutton my jeans...
I had graduated to a tummy scan...wooo hoo :)
This is what I saw..
The little bean had grown into a bigger bean and the heart was still beating. I could of cried I was so happy & relieved. The measurements revealed that we were on track....
I felt lighter as I walked out of the clinic.
Yay....I was still pregnant.
"I'm so relieved" I told my Mum...
"Yes" she said. "I wonder for how long!"
The joy lasted about 3 days before the panic & anxiety began to creep back in...
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