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On Thursday I picked up a phone message that went something like this:

"Hello Mrs Jones, please could you call [hospital phone number] and ask for Jo or Kay - we need to speak to you urgently about an appointment."

In a panic, (why do they need to speak to me? what appointment? what's wrong with me? what's wrong with the baby? am I having twins after all? am I actually pregnant...) I called them right back and spoke to Jo. "Thanks for calling me back so fast!" says she.

"What pregnant woman (with an over blown case of hypochondria) in her right mind wouldn't call you back instantly given a message like that" thinks I.

"Now stop me if you've heard all this before...." says Jo.

The panic subsided - yes I am still pregnant, no I'm not having twins and there's nothing terribly wrong. However, for a few years I have had an underactive thyroid (which makes you tired and fat if it's not controlled properly). Because of this I am under a consultant throughout my pregnancy and have to have regular blood tests. For a hypochondiac like me this is a heavenly situation. My health fears are being constantly indulged, by specialists no less, and I get to go to regular appointments and have people give me frequent professional health check-ups - bliss.

Anyway - it turns out that my thyroxine levels are rather on the low side and the consultant is concerned that the baby may not be getting all it needs. If it is getting enough then I might be going without. This could raise our risk of pre-eclamsia and other pregnancy nasties. So I now have to go for even more appointments and blood tests and growth scans at 28, 32 and 36 weeks to check that the baby is coming along as it should. It's a bit of a worry, but at least we'll get to see Baby Jones three more time before he/she is born - hopefully next time there'll be a bit more posing for a the camera.