Perhaps the best part of the show was seeing how blown away Regina was by the fact that she was headlining, and that there were 3000 fans there singing along and knowing all her songs. I was pretty shocked - last time I saw her, it was a much smaller venue, and I felt a little late to the party. But suddenly it was like we'd entered a parallel universe where a lot of people like good music, which was wonderful. I love Regina's new album, so it was great to hear a lot from that as well as some of the older stuff.
Here's my favourite song from the new album, though you'll see below that this is not the only reason I'm including it here:
Came back after the show and watched the end of the Andy Murray match - an exhausting epic, but so good to see him come through in 5 sets. Finally made it to bed about 1am, thinking of getting up early-ish to get picnic things before Alice and I headed out to Wimbledon for the day.
But when I woke up at 7.30, bleeding and in pain, priorities shifted and we had to rush to A&E, fearing the worst. After 18 weeks of pregnancy, almost half way through, I couldn't believe that it could all be over, especially when we only saw the baby moving on the scan a couple of weeks ago. I was categorised as urgent and seen very quickly at the hospital by three nurses and a doctor. They carried out a lot of tests and and exam, which were all ok, then sent me to the antenatal unit for a scan, which would be able to tell categorically if I was having a miscarriage. Crunch time, and I was relieved that that screen was turned away from me because I just couldn't look. But then the sonographer pulled the screen round and said 'look - there's the heartbeat'. I was so relieved that I burst into tears, for about the twentieth time that morning, as they did all the other checks. Everything was fine, there's nothing wrong with the baby, and they couldn't see any reason for the bleeding (which had completely stopped by then), other than that 'it sometimes happens and we don't know why exactly'. We walked out into the sunshine, acutely aware that we could have walked into a very different world than the one we had when we walked in, and feeling profoundly grateful to have escaped it.
Amazingly, I was still in time to go to Wimbledon with Alice, and though I was feeling completely dazed and shocked, it seemed like a chilled way to try and spend the day. We had a good day, all things considered, though the heat was almost unbearable at times, and I had to keep throwing water on myself (though my mother texted me to say 'ooh on HD, you can see all the sweat on your forehead when they do a closeup of you' - for anyone else who was watching - IT WAS WATER!!). We had unbelievable seats, in the second row, to watch Venus march her way towards another title, perhaps. Here's where we were sitting - and here I am, still pregnant, and having just remembered to take the hospital band off my arm...
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Glad you are both ok...sounds very stressful and unpleasant :s
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