1. Trying to find somewhere suitable to move to, that accepts children, at a reasonable price in the area we want to be in.
2. Reorganising my wardrobe – finding clothes that fit
3. My interest free overdraft is coming to an end – finally becoming a ‘proper grown up’ as my Graduate account turns into a regular bank account.
4. Needing to learn how to drive, and feeling pressure to do it ASAP
5. The hospital calling you to tell you they managed to lose your blood from the Nuchal Screening somewhere between Hemel and Watford – Even I would find it difficult to lose something between Hemel and Watford – to be told you need to go in ‘tomorrow or Monday’ to have another test done!
6. Partner being away for 10 days straight so having to then try to arrange transport to said appointment you weren’t expecting.
So, as you all know, a few weeks ago, I had my 12 week scan – which turned out that I’m actually 13 weeks – I had the Nuchal test, to screen for Down’s Syndrome. When you have the test done, they tell you ‘no news is good news’, and that if there are any worrying results you’ll be contacted fairly quickly. So, a few weeks go by and I realise. This makes me think everything is fine. Then today, I get a phone call from an Unknown number – expecting it to be a call centre – it’s a midwife from Watford hospital…”we need you to come in and have more blood tests because of an issue with transport of your bloods between Hemel and Watford”. Great. So I have to call my boss and my mother-in-law as my partner is away for 10 days, and we always arrange these things around his work.
It’s made me a little anxious, and rather annoyed. My partner is telling me I need to relax because it’s not good for the baby etc, it’s just so frustrating. I feel like there’s a clock ticking really quickly. It seems like only a few days ago we found out that I was pregnant, and now I’m 16 weeks and racing towards the half way point. I know there’s still so much to come, but it feels like it’s going so quickly, I might blink and then it’ll be the end and I’ll be screaming in pain on a labour ward.
At the moment, I’m trying to keep busy so that I feel like there’s not quite so much to do at the end. Clearing out my old clothes, finding space for new ones, tidying and cleaning everything in sight, looking at the ‘free and cheap’ local facebook page to see if there’s anything we might need on there, and basically keeping an eye on the site to see what kind of things people put on there.
One day I’ll be completely content and relaxed….one day….