Two days blurred by until I had to travel on the motorway for a hospital appointment that was out of my hometown. Here I was, ready to begin the abortion process and boy I couldn't wait for it to be over with.
I arrived at the hospital half an hour after departure and was directed upstairs to the baby ward. I must say, this was rather awkward and it was a good idea I was set on my decision, because for any woman going through abortion it is truly heartwrtenching viewing smiling mums to be and newborn babyphotos on every wall.
The nurse in reception greeted me in a friendly manner and asked me pleasantly to take a seat in the waiting room. I did so, and I must say her smile made me feel better. Until I saw the doctor and was given a sheet to show reception so that I could be taken down to the ultrasound unit.
The minute the nurse clasped eyes upon the sheet in my hand, she understood why I was there and it would be an understatement to say she looked disapproving. Another case of awakwardness.
She smugly handed the paper to another nurse to deal with me. Call me paranoid but I think I know why she was acting that way. Anyhow, I was led to the ultrasound room and the cold gel was applied to my lower stomach.
Before the scan the nurse askd me, 'How far along in the pregnancy do you think you are?'
I thought this was weird, because I knew, I didn't think.
So I replied, 'I had a scan saying I am 8 weeks pregnant.'
The nurse looked at me in a confused manner whilst she scrunched up her nose.
'Then why are you having another scan?' She askd, quizzically.
'I'm not sure,' I replied. 'I was sent here by my GP.'
The nurse took this information in, wiped the gel away and sent me out the door and back to the waiting room to see the doctor.
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