CurlySue
P.I's Mummy
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...y'know, the one I have been having panic attacks about, the one I have been counting down the minutes to, the only thing that is going to help me feel positive about anything.
The one that is my landmark, my milestone, the thing which tells me either way whether or not this potential child is viable.
I got a message left on my phone. "Hi, this is the hospital. We're rearranging your scan. Can you give us a call and we'll give you the details?"
This scan has been booked for three weeks.
This scan is supposed to take place three weeks after your positive test to make sure that everything is okay.
They KNOW how stressful this is, and how every second feels like ten years.
They've rearranged my fucking scan...and I am absolutely at the end of my rope with them.
Sorry. Rant.
The one that is my landmark, my milestone, the thing which tells me either way whether or not this potential child is viable.
I got a message left on my phone. "Hi, this is the hospital. We're rearranging your scan. Can you give us a call and we'll give you the details?"
This scan has been booked for three weeks.
This scan is supposed to take place three weeks after your positive test to make sure that everything is okay.
They KNOW how stressful this is, and how every second feels like ten years.
They've rearranged my fucking scan...and I am absolutely at the end of my rope with them.
Sorry. Rant.