And up again...

Yesterday was a bad day. I was so tired and emotional that I was nearly in tears in a breakfast meeting with my very serious professor of nursing. Luckily she took it all in her stride and gave me an hour long talk on how great I am, how well I'm going to do and how I shouldn't listen to, [Justine and Tarnya et al], who keep quizzing me on exactly how I think I'm going to cope. After that I felt a little better and decided that I should try and achieve something positive, so I spent the afternoon completing my application for the level B post.
My house still isn't selling and it looks like I'm going to have to take $120k off the asking price, which is the money I was planning on living on while the baby is still breast feeding and I can't work. I'm going to have to buy a much smaller house, I suppose, but it's a depressing thought. The agents aren't much use, [utter muppets to be frank], and don't seem to act on anything that concerns me. I wish I could just fly home and sort them out; I'm at their mercy and they could just flog it to one of their mates for next to nothing and I'd be none the wiser. I have Amy checking up on them by pretending to be a potential buyer.
After a good night's sleep I woke up today feeling much better. Matt came over with his Dad to pick up keys, so I baked some scones. Matt had told his Mum about me being pregnant but it turns out he hadn't told his Dad, but neither of us realised this until they left. I thought he'd looked a bit confused about my being so happy about being able to eat cream and jam on my scones, as it's one of the first nice things I've found I'm still allowed. I imagine poor Matthew had to answer some tricky questions in the car on their way home.
This evening I finally found somebody to come to my 12 week scan with me. I feel like such a Billy Nomates. However, I went ringing tonight, the Cambridge Major Suprise practice, [campanology, it's not a religious thing; google it], and Anne, who gives me a lift, agreed to come to my scan with me. She's a clinical psychologist and British and had kids and grandkids. I don't know her that well, just from ringing and the odd dinner with the ringers, but she doesn't work Mondays and she can come and I'm really happy with that. She seems quite excited because she's never seen one and she's so very down to earth that I know I'll find her a reassuring prescence.