Congrats Roomac and wook
I've just got back from my "in-laws" and I must confess to having a much better time than I expected to. Had a bit of a meltdown last night, that little anorexic voice screaming at me, but my DP was so lovely about it, said just the right things. Having spent some time with his mother I can confirm that while she is mad as a hatter, its in the nicest possible way I was also quite touched to see that she was as nervous as I was when we first got there! She'd redecorated the guest suite - bought a new bed and everything! She spent the most of her time nagging at DP to do everything while insisting I took it easy. Her husband seemed to rally in winding me up for being so on edge, but I felt brave enough to stick my tounge out at him by this afternoon I also met all of DP's old friends, including his bestest-best-BEST friend who he wants to be Godmother. That was terrifying, but they were all lovely, and I ended up having a fantastic time. Phew. What a load off my mind!!!
I bumped into my old tutor on the train home though, and it kind of put a downer on the weekend. The last my secondary school teachers knew, I'd won a scholorship to this posh, brilliant sixth form, and they were expecting such brilliant things from me! I messed up on my GCSEs (I only got 1 A* and 4 As in the end ), had to drop out of college twice, and am now pregnant. I don't normally feel ashamed of my situation, but when I see these people, I feel like I've let them and myself down. Because I'm not working or studying at the moment I guess it feels like I'm doing nothing, although when I step back and think about it, its not true - I've done so much with the mental health system to change perceptives, its worth me being ill, knowing I've helped other people out. And as I keep being told, just because I'm not off to uni this September it doesn't mean I ca never go... Right?
Ohhhh - am 20 weeks tomorrow. Half way mark! Scary stuff!!!