Yes gentle reader, I have not been totally forthcoming with you in regards to what took place when Spidermonkey and I went to hear Trogdor's heartbeat.
What actually happened was this:
The midwife - a very nice woman named Jane - after asking me a wide range of questions (Yes, I am fairly healthy. No, I am not a drug addict, No, I am not crazy) got me to lie on the pseudo-bed thing every doctor's office has and had a feel of my 'belly' (I'm fairly sure I keep babies in my uterus but whatever). Then she got a look on her face. She did some more poking. She stared at me, then she stared at my 'belly'. She stared at me again.
My thoughts: Ohshitohshitohshit. There's nothing in there. I'm hollow. Trogdor's dead.
Jane: Are you completely sure of your dates?
Me: Yes. I was until just then.
Jane: It's just that you're measuring very large for dates. I would say you're 20 weeks pregnant. Or else there might be twins.
My thoughts: It's okay. IhaveababyIhaveababyIhavea... what the? Twins?!
Spidermonkey and I had joked about having Trogdor and The Cheat in there but not seriously. Nervously we listened to the heartbeat. We could only hear one but Jane said it was quite rare to pick up twins that way in any case. I remember I got very giggly. I was so worried I would be told that I didn't have a baby at all that I had never entertained the thought I might have two.
The few people we told about this were much more concerned than we were, I suspect. My thinking at this stage was that people have multiples all the time (well, maybe not all the time - it would be messy on public transport to start with) and they manage. I didn't honestly believe I had twins but I was a lot more inclined to accept that than accept that I'd made a mistake with my dates.
So, today we went into the hospital for a 'dates' ultra sound and the upshot is (drum roll please) my dates are fine and there's only one bub. Yeah... w00t.
While I was in there the woman doing the scan (Laine? Leanne? some-one) asked when I was coming in for my next u/s. I said I hadn't made an appointment yet.
Her: Can I ask why you haven't made an 18 week scan appointment?
Me: Couldn't be bothered/too lazy/busy (words to that effect). Does it matter it it's a bit late?
Her: We do like women to have the scan at 18 weeks so if there is a problem they have some time to think about what they want to do.
My thoughts: I know what I'm going to do. I'm going to have a baby.
Me: Well, we wouldn't terminate so that takes some of the pressure off getting it done.
Her: I'll go and see if I can make you an appointment now.
I'm sorely tempted to tell them to stick their next appointment.
The best thing to come out of this was that previously I'd been bemoaning my total lack of 'inner knowledge' regarding my pregnancy right up until the MW said to 'either your dates are wrong or you have twins'. I absolutely knew my dates were fine and I also knew I was only having one baby. Go the maternal instinct. It exists and apparently I have one. Who knew?
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Wo0t. Go the maternal instinct. I know I have none. My maternal instinct involves screaming louder than the kid. There may be chocolate involved. Anyway, I'm glad you're not having twins. Unless you wanted twins. In which case, better luck next time. Twice the nappies, double your fun! Heh. Thanks for your comments (and the hugs) on my blog. You know, I think you're the only person who has ever read it? Since I go to you for most of my advice anyway, I'm just making the whole process more convoluted. Hence the fun. Anyway, thanks!
I got rather excited at the beginning of the entry thinking that you might have been having twins! :)
What would the scanning people do if you just didn't turn up to the scan? It makes me think about people who don't want to be induced and end up going into hospital anyway and having it done. What if they just didn't go to the hospital - would an ambulance turn up with a bunch of doctors in riot gear, storm your house and throw you (gently) into the back of the van? They may think they have the power...but they don't.
Maybe you should have just told the woman you hadn't booked in for an 18-week scan as you were going away with your girlfriends to the Hunter Valley for one last big booze up. The look on her face would have been priceless.
Of course the answer is that they can't make me do anything I don't want to do but on the other hand they don't have to have anything to do with me either. I'm happy to go out and find my own MW if they start to get overly pushy but I really liked this woman and I'd rather spend the $5000 on the mortgage.
I've been thinking about the 18 weeks scan and I've decided to go with it just because if there is a problem it will be best for us all if I know the in and outs and have made a plan before Trogdor arrives earth side rather than after and I'm left having to trust the opinions of whatever half arsed medic is standing in front of me. Trust issues much? Me? :-)
I had a dream the other day that you were having twins!!! And then I got sooo completely worried that I'd have twins (eventually) that I'm even happier your not having twins! Surely that invalidates the dream yes?!
Oh definitely. Mat had the twins out of all of us. I'm sure I read some medical finding that you can only have one set of twins in a generation. Right? Right?!
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