Beyond a 15 hour work day on Tuesday (nearly half of which was jist commuting!), I have another reason to hate the 6th October 2015: I missed hearing my baby’s heartbeat for the first time.
We’d never had the chance to listen to his heartbeat at the scans we’d both been to. I was a little annoyed at that, as I remembered getting to listen to my little sisters heartbeat at the scans my mother took me to. Finally, at the last scan, I asked if it was possible to hear his heartbeat. The woman, and fair play she was the nicest person I’ve met during this entire process, said that they don’t really do those at the scans but that the midwife could let us listen. Ignoring the fact that our new midwife is an absolute nightmare, I was happy as I now knew when I could hear that little boys ticker.
A week later, we have a midwife appointment that I can’t be at due to work, and Katie gets to listen to him. To call me jealous would be an understatement!
I swear, if I go this whole pregnancy without hearing him, it’s going to break my heart!