Getting Pregnant

After our first visit to the doctor, a month went by which involved a couple of blood tests for me, and a semen test for my husband – we had to “deliver” it to a pathology clinic within half an hour of it being produced, and bringing it into a waiting room was certainly a little embarrassing.

I also needed an ultrasound which I could book at a centre just down the road from my house, and I managed to book it in the middle of the day when I was working from home; that meant (with my husband taking the car to work) I had a twenty-minute walk to the centre with the instructed full bladder and more than a little nervousness.

Of course, there were all kinds of people at the centre: broken arms and legs for x-rays, all sorts of people needing blood tests, and so on. I had to wait at least half an hour after my appointed time and holding on to the full bladder was rather uncomfortable, as you can probably imagine.

Lying on the table for an ultrasound made me a little sad. Looking up at the monitor, the grey and black blobs looked similar enough to the ultrasounds you usually see of pregnant women, checking that the babies are okay, so I couldn’t help but feel a bit of a failure. I left the appointment feeling a bit teary, especially as I was alone, I guess. But I just kept reminding myself that this round of tests was the next big step in us finding out if there were any problems preventing us from conceiving a child.

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