I got a call from Doctor Jensen's receptionist. He wants to see us this week to "discuss the scan report". That's what she said. When we saw him last week he didn't have the report but that he'd call if there was a problem. So there's a problem, right? I knew it was too good to be true. I knew I couldn't have a healthy pregnancy. What the hell is wrong with me.
And it's my fault. I bought things. Borders and bedding, even though I knew I shouldn't. Even though I knew that every time I've bought something home for the baby before 28 weeks something has gone wrong. I didn't listen to my own common sense and now look. Something is wrong. And I have no bloody idea what because that damn radiology department doesn't tell you anything. THey tell you its fine and then its not.
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