One of the first things I had to do now that I knew I was pregnant was to see my doctor. So, I go and have my first appointment. It was not quite what I was expecting. There were no bouquets of flowers, no girlie welcoming committees… it was just like a regular appointment at the doctors. You know, like this sort of thing happens all the time. BUT THIS DOESN’T HAPPEN ALL THE TIME!
Anyway, it wasn’t long before me and my non-plussed doc reached an impasse. And neither of us were budging. I wanted to know my due date and she wanted to know the date of my last period. You can’t get one without the other. The problem was, I had NO IDEA when my last period was. The back end of the previous year for me had been hectic to say the least. I had spent September travelling around Vietnam and then Morocco, then spent most of November in London on training courses, before shooting off to the US in December. Like I said, I had NO IDEA when my periods featured in all that lot. I had a vague recollection of having a period somewhere in Vietnam, but that’s only because I fell in sync with the girl I was travelling with and we both had a crap day together. Other than that, periods for me have always been a bit of a non-event. So here I was, in January, telling my doc that my last period was sometime in September. But that I wasn’t very sure. I might have had two more since then, I just couldn’t remember. She decided to have a bit of a prod of my lower belly area and confirmed that I must be around the 12 week mark.
Hang on a minute! I’m still trying to get used to being pregnant and having my life ransacked in 9 months, and now she’s telling me that it might be in 6 months. Without any warning she steals 3 months from me! Just like that.
I reminded her that I was travelling and that being the faithful type, there’s NO WAY that I could 12 weeks pregnant. Me and the fella weren’t even on the same continent!
This was NOT good.
“We’re running out of time” she says. Running out of time? Too f*cking right! I’ve got 3 months before my brain turns to jelly, my arse goes south and my feet disappear out of sight… “We need to get you booked in to see the midwife”
Great. Can’t wait….