Hi guys, this is a non-sewing related post so you might want to stop reading now if you don't fancy a bit of a downer on this bright and cheerful Friday morning( the weather is actually horrible, but never mind).
I had a long day on Wednesday, 3 appointments with various people at the hospital. A midwife, a physiotherapist, and a consultant.
The midwife was optimistic (yay!!). Everything was okay with the growth, heartbeat and movements of the future co-heir of the Dibs Family millions
The physiotherapist was really nice, and she gave me a gift. My new friend.
The consultant was all smiles when she came to call for me, and had to come looking again when I did not energetically sprint after her. The look on her face was PRICELESS!! A cross between shock and sympathy, but more of shock I think. I was using my new gift you see.
A couple of questions and an examination later, she set up an appointment for me with an anaesthetist. See where this is leading to? Well apparently, young Master Dibs will have to be brought into this world earlier than expected because of my condition.
So in a couple of days, I shall be back at the hospital, to have an adult discussion, and some tests I think, with Monsieur ou Madame Anaesthetist about drugs...oohhh, how exciting...NOT!!