I bet you have been fretting the last few days with me. Well my friends, fret no more for we are at the Eve of Viability Scan Day. It’s a bit like Christmas Eve, but without the Christmas tree, excitement and alcohol.
All I have to say on the subject is that I have never been so worried about anything in my entire life.
On other subjects, I have two things to tell you.
1. As of yesterday, I have an allotment!
Oh, my sweet joy knows no bounds. If you live in a country where there is abundant open space and houses aren’t packed next to and on top of each other, you may not know what an allotment is. Maybe I am underestimating you, I don’t know. Maybe you don’t give a rats ass. I have my suspicions I know the answer to that. Anyways, an allotment is where they divide up a big plot of land into lots of smaller plots and you then rent them off the council. Most people use them to grow their own organic produce. That is certainly my intention. I also want sunflowers. At the moment we appear to have rented a thick, overgrown world of brambles and weeds, but we did notice some strawberries, raspberries and blackberries lurking in amongst the mayhem.
2. I have had my first ever migraine.
My joy is less abounding with this one. After my whingy pants post earlier this week (sorry about that), I had about 36 more hours of no symptoms followed by the mother of all headaches, accompanied by severe vomiting. I’ve never been stabbed in the head, but I have a feeling it may have felt like my migraine. My Mum has suffered from debilitating migraines for as long as I can remember. She has been on clinical trials she is such a migraine expert. Her migraines ruined many family trips, birthdays, days out. Yeah, they are pretty bad.
Note: I can’t emphasise enough just how bad her migraines are. They are also very frequent. I often (through my sympathetic tears, obviously) rejoiced that I did not inherit this dreadful affliction.
My Mum announced yesterday that she had her first migraine when she was about 6-7 weeks pregnant with me, her first child. I am simultaneously both overjoyed and despairing that history appears to be repeating itself.
I don’t know how to end this post. Or this day come to think of it. Sorry for the abruptness, I hope you don’t feel like you have just tripped over. That’s how I feel when things end abruptly.
Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.
Wish me luck,