It was very easy to say that we will make an appointment with a doctor, however, we are not registered with one! After 10 years in London for your dad, and 5 years for your mom, we've had the good fortune not to have needed one.
So, firstly it is a trip down to the doctor's practice to get registered. Clearly the nurse at the reception does not believe us when we tell her that we've not registered with any GP's previously!
Eventually when Alessandra gets an appointment she is met by a very nice South African lady doctor. After she enquires what she can do for your mom, she explains that we've done a pharmacy test that was positive, but would like confirmation. "Oohhhh!"... she exclaims... "congratulations! You are pregnant!" Not believing what she is hearing, Alessandra wants to know if there are any other tests required? Nope, it seems that the doctor's have more faith in Boots the Pharmacy than what we have!
Afterwards they discuss which hospital should they register us with for the birth, and it is decided that it will be St. Thomas's Hospital in Central London. With a cheery instruction to wait for the hospital letter which will tell us when the first scan will be, the visit is over and Alessandra is shown out of the door.
This is not what we expected! On the movies it is all about doctor's in white coats taking blood tests just to afterwards inform you, conclusively, that you are pregnant. Not a £2.50 stick with two pink lines on it!
So, Alessandra decides, even though it is very early days, to give the good news to your grandmom over the phone. Again, this is not the ideal way to do it as she would've preferred to do it personally. Practically it is for the best as she can then arrange for a proper scan to be done when we visit Italy in three week's time for the wedding of Alessandra's friends, Daniele and Ilaria.
For the mean time though, there is nothing to do but wait...
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