Ok ! I didn't want to come on here and blab - thought it was a bit insensitive really in the circumstances. But if you want to know.....
I got news on Wednesday that I am a haemaglobin C carrier. I had no idea of this (wtf would I ? I don't even know my own blood group). Anyhow, it's prevalent in those with Afro-Caribbean heritage (and bizarrely enough, those with Mediterranean heritage - there is a group in St Albans who have Roman heritage who carry this in their blood). My pa is Jamaican and my mum is English, so i am mixed-race, hence i have it.
It makes not a shit of difference to me in terms of my health, but if I have a sproglet with someone who carries haemaglobin C, the baby will have a 1 in 4 chance of having a form of sickle cell. The nurse wanted to see us urgently so that they could test the northern monkey for haemaglobin C. I doubt there is anything in it to be honest as he and his kind (Hobbits) have never left the northern shire (Hobbiton) until he and his brother came to London. I have seen the family tree too - that lot only moved between Scotland, Newcastle and the Lake District. They were like fucking lazy Bilbo Bagginses who just couldn't be arsed to come down South aka travel to Mordor to get rid of the ring. Sort of. Anyhoooo, so he had to have a blood test just to make sure. It panicked me a little bit because they wanted to see us so quickly.
So, the midwife was prattling on and making comments to the northern monkey like 'oohhhhh, just hop on my bed' and 'oooooooohhhhhhh, I'm not used to having a man on my bed' (it was like a shit Carry On film) and she said 'if you're having a scan next Wednesday then I won't listen for a heartbeat with the Doppler machine'. I thought about this for a while and then, despite myself, asked her to listen for one.
So I hopped-on the bed and she fucked about for ages trying to listen to a heartbeat. She couldn't find one. She then disappeared for fucking ages. So we're just sitting in her room thinking that it's all over. She comes back in and says that she's arranged an impromptu scan and then off we trot to the ante-natal scan unit. I basically sobbed my way through it all but it's ok. Heartbeat still there but my uterus contracted and the baby decided that it didn't want its picture taken (but would momentarily stretch and wave its arms about and then curl back up) so she couldn't take measurements to definitively tell me how far along I am. Until Wednesday, I have to go on the last scan which would put me at 12weeks on Sunday.
motor my GOD, the wait must be driving you potty. Nearly there now !
tame she didn't. She just looked horrified. She must have thought I was on the game something, the way I just dropped them without a second thought. What a slag ! 