Hello everyone. Lots of catching up to do. Thank you all for your support and kindness last week - this place is so good to me...
I had a fairly horrendous friday where I had to leave at 3pm again after a hectic hectic day that resulted in me literally grinding to a halt on the ward, to the point where they sat me down and did my bp/sats/pulse and refused to let me drive home, and the on call consultant wandered over and said, "you're not pregnant are you?" and I said, "yes, 30 weeks!!!" - jeez, I'm not that small. I went home in the end, cried and slept. I'm so humiliated. I think the main problem was spending the best part of 30 minutes squatting down at a bedside trying to get a line in someone who was very sick with very bad access and a needle phobia - just did not feel right after that - didn't get a break that day either. Not great.
Spent four days travelling around seeing various family members down south (grandfather, brother/wife/kids (yay!) boyfriend's mum (ugh), boyfriend's brother and wife and baby, mum and dad, aged grandma)... these people are variable levels of stress but in general it was a nice relaxing time and I got looked after. Boyfriend was only with me for one day of it then had to go home. My big brother is my favourite person and always looks out for me, his wife is like my sister. Sat through a crushingly dull christening, man I 'm glad I'm not religious.
And... my boyfriend's mum has given us a brand new ridiculously expensive looking moses basket (branded designer stuff, everything I think is a complete unethical waste of money basically, and I was under the impression babies grow out of moses baskets in a couple of months) with three (?!) spare mattresses, and a load of very precious frilly white delicate baby clothes with complicated fastenings (at least I haven't found out the gender!) It doesn't matter how many years I have chipped up at her house in dayglo colours and shades and shorts banging on about music festivals and hiking and breaking into derelict buildings in bizarre deserted areas to take photos of industry and running and doing pushups in her lounge when I stay over and ranting about hating advertising and how I try to buy cheap local stuff... she is still really convinced that I am a shy quiet conservative girly girl who wants to get married and does my boyfriend's ironing. Ha! Or maybe our tastes are just opposite. It was very generous though, I thanked her copiously. She also tried to give me around 15 soft toys some about the size of me and a christening dress that her other son had refused (it is 5 feet long) - I HAD to say no to those though, I mean seriously ... am I a bitch?? So I'm home now... the white frilly expensive things are sat next to a pile of practical brightly coloured ebay/charity shop purchases giggling at each other. My cats are already sleeping in the moses basket. Might have to change to one of the spare mattresses... 
(I am so relieved my mum and dad said to me "we're always worried we come across as mean, but we tend to just come over and muck in with any help around the house instead of buying things for babies... is that ok??")
Ahhh... I feel really ungrateful ranting about that! She means well. She is hard work though. She never leaves her house, her only topic of conversation is how hard it is being her, and is very bored.
Anyway.
An 18 year old boy offered to carry my suitcase up the stairs at the train station - I was shocked things like this still happen! :)
Just a three day week this week then and at a music festival this weekend, but it's in my city so I can dash home to lie down if it's all too much. I really, really want to get my belly painted (how often are you pregnant at a music festival?!) with a giant sun or squid and wear a cropped top but I can't work out how to do it.
I am obviously not cut out for work on my unit any more but I only have two weeks left. Cmon squid you can do it.