I had a [more] neurotic [than usual] moment yesterday. The High Risk Clinic called and said 'The Obstetrician would like to move your appointment next week forward to 9.15am (from 9.30am)'..... 'no problem', I said, and hung up. The second I put the phone down I started to worry.
When they sent me for the IPS scan and blood test they told me that if there was an obvious problem they'd call me in sooner. My mind started working overtime. Obviously they had found a problem and were calling me in sooner - so that I had a longer appointment time to recover from the shock of bad news. Of course in a sane world, the appointment would be days sooner, not 15 mins sooner, but I worried anyway, and finally decided to call them back and so what if I appeared stupid.
I called back. "err, hi, I just wanted to call back and check why you moved my appointment forward as I had a bit of a panic attack and thought it was because of something sinister'. 'No No dear!! I'm so sorry to have worried you, we simply have too many bookings next week and we're moving people's appointments around so that we can fit everyone in!".
PHEW.
In other news, I definitely felt the baby kick last night. I sat down on the couch and felt what could only be the baby. It was lovely. 'Ohhh! Baby!' I cried. G looked at me with a puzzled expression, 'what?'. 'Not you, spaz, the baby just kicked'.