Say hello to blob

After our 'interesting' afternoon/evening at the Women's ED it was time for SWMBO's appointment with dildocam (as an aside, is there such a thing as a men's ED? You know, where we go if we nail our balls to the workbench or something similarly stupid). In case you're wondering, we didn't sleep particularly well that night. I have an annoying (to SWMBO) knack of being able to sleep through most things, but that night we spent a lot of time awake, holding each other and not saying an awful lot.

We'd both been wanting SWMBO to be pregnant for such a long time that to have it taken away from us after 6 weeks was fairly devastating. I tried to be positive (usually my role in our relationship), but after hearing the 'M' word from the midwife my heart was well and truly not in it. Once we got home, we googled for threatened miscarriage but it didn't make much difference at the time, we were still beside ourselves.

Although SWMBO was given a sick note and the obstetrician recommended to take the day off work, she ignored the advice as she had a load of meetings. At the time I could've throttled her but in hindsight this was probably a good thing as it helped to divert her thoughts to happier things for a period. Despite being a bloke, I didn't dare ask for a sick note from the obstetrician the previous night, for once I managed to keep my mouth shut at the right time!

To be honest, I'm not entirely sure what SWMBO did at work that day, but I know I did a bit less than bugger all. Unfortunately, I was working on a client site so I couldn't just have a 'duvet day' until we needed to be at the hospital. The hospital is about 5 minutes drive from where I was working. So I left 45 minutes before we needed to be there. I wasn't going to be late for this one...

SWMBO arrived not long after me and we sat around waiting for a couple of minutes. One thing that struck me was how quiet the place was. Previously when we'd been to the ultrasound area at a public hospital there were people on trolleys, walking wounded and people who were actually sick, but we were the only people waiting - must've been a quiet afternoon.

Once we were called in, SWMBO was gotten up onto the bed and the examination began. The sonographer might've picked up on our tension and got straight down to business looking for a sign of life in there. After what seemed like ages of 'rooting around' the sonographer asked if we could see the "flashing white bit up there". It was our baby's heartbeat. We both burst into tears again. Not very manly of me I know, but I hope you'll understand. As it happens, the last couple of blog posts have taken me a few days to write as bringing the memories of those times back has made me well up again. Do you think I'm being affected by SWMBO's hormones?

As part of the ultrasound, the sonographer gave SWMBO a good going over to make sure her ovaries were in one piece and her kidneys were working. Personally I think that she was bored of looking at uteruses day in and day out and wanted to make sure she could spot other organs. But again, I managed to keep my mouth shut.

So anyway, we were sent back down to the ED with a letter from the sonographer saying that SWMBO was well and truly up the duff, 'blob' had a heart beat of 140bpm and that SWMBO had ovulated from her right ovary. As it happens, the midwife 'L' who had first seen us was on duty. When she saw SWMBO back in reception she pulled her file out from the behind the others to check up on us and make sure all was OK. I'm sure that the others in the waiting area were more worthy cases, but it was a nice thing for her to do for us given the state she'd seen us in the previous night before the witch midwife mention the 'M' word..

What had previously been two red lines on a couple of sticks and some numbers on some bits of paper was now a 6 week, 4 day old living thing with a beating heart that we could see. We'd made something a bit special.