I wrote the previous blog post, had a long chat with my parents on the phone telling them all about parents' evening, asking mum to bring me big "tummy warmer" knickers from Asda when she comes to stay (apparently these are essential post section) etc.
And put the phone down, two minutes later it rang again, it was a mobile number which I thought odd.
I answered, and it was J's sister "Oh Hi!" I said "How are you?"
"Not good actually, is J there?"
It looks like his dad's had a heart attack, another. He barely survived the last one, before I met J.
And this time we're here and I am about to have twins.
We're just waiting to hear what the assessment suggests is going on.
And J will have to decide whether to leave me here and go, or not go. No airline would let me fly. No GP would consent.
Bugger.
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