Scan Day - Part Two

The waiting room fills up quickly.

There is a mother and a father there that look far too old to be having another baby. A women that looks like she is into greenpeace and all that shit. Alternative clothing, all natural woolen fabric and open toed sandals. Not dirty like a total tree hugger, but probably more the Range Rover driving wannabee hippy snob that thinks she is suddenly all green.

Theres the obligitatory teenage mum there too, we will call her shantel just for continuity purposes. She doesnt look much older than my eldest daughter and she has the ned boyfriend, with tracksuit and baseball cap to boot.

Great, just what edinburgh needs, another slice off the gene pool. Some people just should have children, the crime rate would go down in 15 years time.

We finally get called, and the midwife gets us in, scanned and out as quickly as possible.

I was dissapointed we didnt get to hear the heatbeat, but its comforting to see it blinking on the screen.

Its all a little anti climatic, but she gives us two pictures to take home and they are as clear as day.
I can see little face and arms and a leg, or at least thats the basic shape.

Connie goes into to pee and I take a photo of the scan picture on my mobile and send it to Duffer and L. L gets it and replies right away but duffers phones so old it doesnt get mms messages so thats him goosed. He replies in a few days, but thats duffers style. He is a great mate but keeping in touch especially by phone is never his strong point. His calls are usually functional and straight to the point like "awright, hows it going, good, see you the night"

We go home (at last) and i kip on the couch for a few hours, dead to the world.

Big weight of my mind though, the danger period is over