Red Wine Gets A Red Light

Tuesday 14th June 2005

Pregnancy is not for the faint hearted, it is neither pretty, nor sweet and you can kiss good bye your modesty. It also means the end of winter evenings warmed by red wine for a few months...


After bleeding extremely heavily for about a week, and suffering intense cramps and pains, I went to see my local GP. I explained to him that my period had been a couple of weeks late, and that I suspected that I had, had a miscarriage.

Oddly enough the Doctor said that this was highly unlikely, and just a heavy period, I doubted myself for a split second. I know my own body, and I insisted that it was more than that, and asked that he treat me according to my request.


He gave me a pregnancy test, and I was quite shocked to find out that the result was positive, I had never really considered having children. It felt very surreal, and for a moment it felt as if I left my own body and was experiencing an astral plane. I could see myself sitting in a chair in that stark white room, I felt very calm, as it seemed to be someone else that I was looking at.

From where I was sitting, I only had to look around the corner and I could also see MaxiMe across at the hair dressers. He was oblivious to the test and was looking very happy and relaxed getting his hair cut. I don't remember getting up to look at him, I only remember 'seeing' him. (Cue 3rd dimension music and hazey fadey background). Suddenly I was sitting in the chair staring at my urine test on the bench thinking about how gross it was. Little did I know it was to be the first of many - which I never felt comfortable about.


It was a little unexpected to say the least, I never thought of having a baby ever, let alone now, and I wasn't concerned about the miscarriage. The doctor explained that the hormone levels could still be present if I had miscarried, and scheduled me in for an ultrasound the next morning to see if I would need a curette. I was still bleeding lightly and I found it all rather bemusing. I was pleased to be taken seriously, and have a reason for feeling so ill and went home to rest.


©Luisa Foliaki – Proud Mumma of MicroMe & MissyMe