Taking my blood and putting me in

On the 19th I had my first pregnancy doctors appointment. I had to go down to the hospital for 2.15pm with some confusing instructions. On the phone my doctors receptionist had actually mentioned a scan - which I was suprised by being as I was about to turn 9 weeks, not 20 weeks.

Blackson arrived...hmm...later than I had desired but in the end we got there with a moment to spare. We went to the outpatients centre.

The receptionist started talking about me having a letter and was I sure the appointment was here. Of course I was sure! I had verbally beaten the receptionist on the phone to give me the correct information - there was no way I was wrong.

We were told to go to Maternity, so we dwindled over there at a steady speed. We were now two minutes over my appointment time.

Apart from getting a sneaky peek of the maternity ward nothing became of the visit. There was a mix up, we had to get to my GPs across town. We threw on our capes and got back into Cassius (a studly yellow peugeot 107)

Before driving to the next destination.

By the time we got there and paid for parking we were roughly about twenty minutes late. The Red Team Midwifes were waiting for us.

I then got all the infomation, that I would've liked to have got as soon as I found out I was pregnant. Folic Acid talk, diet talk, what you can and can't eat. Luckily, I have the internet and am not an idiot, which means I'd already found out all this information. If I was an idiot, and didn't have the internet I could've been munching raw eggs and sharks, drinking vast quantities of alcohol and decided to take up smoking.

Why do you have to wait 3 weeks to find out the basics?

However, it's not all bad. They took five vials of my blood to test for lots of things and were nice enough to take the blood out of my hand and not out of the back of my elbow (I have severe screamishness about this due to a doctor once failing to find a vein and stabbing the soft fatty tissue repeatedly), so I answered a load of health questions - some of which I tried to make out that I could answer (Yes, my Nanna has type one diabetes - No just you or your parents etc) but I have to admit that aside from my weight I'm pretty darn healthy which puts me at a Low Risk Pregnancy.

My mind is already ticking, wondering if I can have a home birth (and hire some Gas and Air from a dentist). I'm sure nothing beats a warm paddling pool in your longue when it comes to popping a baby out through your vagina.

I was informed I would get a letter for my first (actual) hospital scan appointment. It came through this morning and is the 18th of June, another long wait. -sigh- And my midwife didn't take into account my not-knowing-when-I-got-pregnant story, and is just going from my last period - putting me at 11 weeks and due date 8th December. This is at least four weeks out (at minimum) but this should get resolved when I have my scan.

Delightful, I will blog soon.