The tigers come at night
… With their voices loud as thunder.
Bloody tigers have woken me up… Them and a whole horde of gremlins…
“is The Spaniard still alive?”
“was there some weird after effect to stopping the pessaries and progynova tablets?”
“should the doctor have seen me more after all the fainting and blood scares earlier in August?”
“did my work trip, my one wretched work trip to London cause damage?”
“is my tummy smaller suddenly?”
“why is there more discharge? Is it fluid leaking out”
“has my placenta failed?”
The hospital MFAU opens at 8am in under 5 hours… I shall be checked then.
In the meantime go away tigers. Gremlins be gone. Vivid nightmares away with you and brain please stop all this… And Spaniard please please be alright.
Hot milk might help… that and feeling my Spaniard move. Oh I hope and pray that I have that privilege. Please.
As I said earlier, ” Aaagggh”.
I did warn you right at the beginning that this blog would be everything from joy to sorrow to funny to angst and now fear.