So the past 7 days or so have been manic. I cam home from my work trip to Germany and watched Liverpool draw away against Borussia Dortmund. The weekend came and went as you might expect it to (read: chores, exercise and football). Then it was our 12 week scan.
This was good, and not so good. The good part – everything was completely as expected at this stage of pregnancy. This was awesome to hear. But we couldn’t do the Nuchal measurement and had been expecting that. So that left us feeling a bit down coming out of the scan. Sounds silly? Yes, in hindsight. But we’d gone in with expectations and these hadn’t been met. Given my wife’s age this was something we were very interested in.
“You can’t fight in here – this is the war room!” Perhaps I needed one for my chat with my Mum
Now comes some of that referred to in an earlier post. My Mum had asked – nay, told me to let her know how it went straight away. So I did. I tried to explain it as we saw it. Turns out, after talking with her, my dad, and her again the next day, that they don’t care about what we hadn’t seen nor what it might tell us. They wanted to hear what we had seen – which was good news – and enjoy it. This whole palava got me into trouble with my folks (great – teenager again!) and got me down for a day or two.
Anyway. Got that sorted. Then Wednesday night we had managed to book ourselves a Harmony test. Another scan, some bloods drawn from my wife all with the aim of checking for the abnormalities the Nuchal test would have shown. I’ll have to detail both the Nuchal test and this in more detail in a coming post – educating potential fathers remember! At the same time my wife was experiencing some pain, and spotting.
For some reason the name Anti-D just makes me think of Biohazard (mainly the game – or Resident Evil as it’s known outside Japan)
Thursday AM. My wife had called the midwife and we’d been advised to go to A&E. We spent the day at the hospital. Various assessments, scans and other tests. Two root causes for the pain and spotting. Both expected/normal things. An injection of Anti-D (spoiler: it hurts. So I hear) – again, to be explained in more detail soon – and then home, happy with the way the NHS looked after us and reassured that all was ok. Tired after a long day but happy as we got a bonus Nuchal test from the scan at A&E. This made us both happy.
Then we told our family. Our folks knew, but not my Aunt and Uncle, Brother nor sister-in-law. They do now. Surprise, happiness, shock and some level of expectedness / question as to why it took so long (various reasons other than choice thanks very much!) was the response. Regardless, it’s great they all know.
What. A. Game.
And then, after a lovely dinner, I got to watch the return leg of the Liverpool vs. Dortmund European tie. A wonderful, but totally crazy (and entirely in-keeping) way to finish the 7 days or so. Phew.