Earlier today I tweeted “I feel like Doctor Who.”
No, I haven’t got a tardis. Or a sonic screwdriver. Nor have I developed a sudden ability to save the world. Though I’m adding that to my tofutodo list immediately 😉
Instead, at my scan at the EPAU this morning, the sonographer found a second heartbeat in my body.
It’s an utterly incredible sensation. I’d been lying there on the couch, staring up at the ceiling fixedly, trying to distract myself from the length of time the scan was taking by counting the holes in the ceiling panels. (39 by 39 which seems a very odd number. Perhaps I lost count. ) Then she turned the screen around and showed me the yolk sac, and right at the bottom of it, a little blinking item that she says is a baby.
Pause.
Stare.
Breathe again. It’s real, it’s really real. A little blinking tiny spot within my womb, a tiny life within my body. An extra heart.
And then I saw the doctor, who said they couldn’t see any reason for the bleed, and sometimes these things happen, and once a heartbeat is seen, the risk of miscarriage drops to 1 -2%, meaning my chance of carrying this pregnancy is about 97%. I was very good. I didn’t query her maths. Just took the chances she was offering me, and left with an inane grin on my face, and a letter for my GP in my hand.
So thank you world behind my screen for your kind and caring thoughts. I’m sorry for any of you I worried with my panic yesterday. I’ll try to keep it under wraps for a while at least, and not turn into a pregnancy bore.
Oh, and when I got home and we explained to the children about the second heartbeat, my son immediately said “are you sure you’re not from Gallifrey?” So it’s not just me then…