I should be in bed now but Andy just text me wanting to talk to me and asking how I am.
So I told him about the clinic and he was apologising and saying to wait a while and see what happens but if we don't have one, that it because it's not meant to happen. He was actually really sensitive, considering he doesn't want more kids, and the fact that I sent him a horrible email the other day.
Then he told me that he was 50 miles away because his dad started bringing up blood and they rushed him to hospital and he nearly died so Andy just raced to Lincoln and was at the hosp. all day, wondering if he was going to pull through.
He has now got a lot better, but they think it is a bad case of pneumonia (sp?) and he's had it before so it was a bit touch and go this time.
So there I was at the clinic, getting stressed out over a probable failed pregnancy and there's him in another hospital 50 miles away, stressing out over his really ill dad.
I just can't believe all this crap that life is throwing at both of us.
I talked him through what happened and asked if he was okay and he did the same with me. Then I offered to do some laundry for him if he brought the washing here, just to ease the stress a bit, and he said it was 1 in the morning and he was too tired to think.
He told me not to worry about the whole pregnancy fiasco and 'what will be will be' and I told him to get some rest and then he said goodnight.
