So I went to the gynae sans Rudi today. Rudi’s boss decided yesterday that he was an asshole of such a nature that he wouldn’t allow Rudi to take me. Our appointment was scheduled for 11:15. He said Rudi couldn’t go and apparently ranted about the appointment being on a Friday. He then told Rudi
Fetal Assessment
Last night I had a nightmare about the scan. They found something wrong. Again. It was horrible. When I woke up from the dream I was relieved that it hadn’t happened, but the fear was there. The seed had been planted. I was nervous all morning and by the time I left work for
Lorelei
I want to give my baby her name. I want her to have it no matter what happens. It was her name from the second we chose it for her and I will not take it away from her. We were always certain on what her name would be if it turned out to be
Our baby is not OK
We were literally counting the days to yesterday’s gynae appointment. We were so excited to find out the sex of our baby and couldn’t wait to hear the news. We didn’t realize the devastation we would experience. The gynae was scanning and seemed to be struggling to see whether it was a boy or a
Memory Lane
Music is such an incredible medium. It has this ability, this effect on me that I can’t explain. I am sure others are affected by music in a similair way. How else would we explain the multi billion dollar industry run by the music moguls? I heard a song on the radio this morning which