(sorry, long!)
Argh! I am so stressed it's unreal. We have had the usual baptism of fire (ie. fell for a house we loved, had offer accepted, then were gazumped) and found a second house we really like. Made an offer: was accepted after usual haggling. Vendor doesn't live there but rents elsewhere, so house is standing empty. Our buyers are end-of-chain now, as completed earlier and living in temp accom. So far, so simple, no?
But the last four weeks have been a nightmare of prevarication and cock-ups. First, our buyers took it upon themselves to call their (non-BT) phone company and ask to have their account shifted to our address. While we were still living there. 
BT claim to have called us to ask if this was ok and say we said 'yes'. Um, except we were on holiday abroad on that date. BT then relinquished their hold on our line and it was effectively taken over by this other company, who deleted our phone number and therefore, our broadband too. 
It took a good week of calling BT daily before one of their numbskulls even worked out what had been going on. And then said they couldn't touch our line for 10 days because another company had control of it. So we had no landline for over 2 weeks and still have no broadband (Orange are all in a tizzy about it and have said it'll take - guess what? - 10 days to get us back up and running). I'm on a friend's laptop at the moment. So thanks, buyers. Nice mess to get us into.
We haven't yet exchanged contracts, let alone got a completion date. Yet everyone is working towards end of Oct/start of November, ie. in less than 2 weeks' time!!
Our solicitor only discovered very late in the day that our vendor had done some building work in the house we are buying, and that she hadn't got building regulation authority permission for it. In fact, she doesn't seem to have kept any paperwork for anything, at all. (The boiler she put in at the same time doesn't have any paperwork, and there's nothing from the alleged safety check she had made in 2008, either. We got her to pay for a Corgi man to come in and check it.) So we had to get her to pay for indemnity insurance against the local authority finding out and prosecuting us. And we got our surveyor (handily he lives in the same village) to come back and check the work out again, which he says is fine. But our solicitor had to inform our mortgage lender about this (apparently this is a legal obligation) and boy, are they taking their sweet time to approve it, despite the mortgage being only 70K of a total 370K purchase price!
We have had a provisional completion date of 29th oct for a while now, but shifted that to Nov 2nd because leaving it so late meant we couldn't book a removals service for the 29th, a friday. Our vendor signed her half of the contracts for completion on 29th Oct, then went on holiday leaving no contactable number (with a week to go before she hopes to close a house sale!!) and her solicitors won't change the date to the 2nd Nov without her verbal consent, and she's still away. So we can't book the removal van or anything like that, and I'm terrified that when we do get a date, it'll all be booked up.
I am absolutely desperate to move asap. I'm 30 weeks pregnant, have looked and felt full-term for weeks now, and can't make much of a physical contribution to the move (yes we are getting a packing service! 
). My bump is in a different time-zone to the rest of me and I'm in a lot of discomfort. I've spent the last several weeks chasing phone companies, solicitors, estate agents, surveyors etc on the phone and being sent from pillar to post. (luckily I'm a SAHM but have a v active toddler to look after, one who's just decided to drop his naps.) Nobody appears to be able to do their job unless they are kicked up the bum on a daily basis.
I had the latest in a series of tearful meltdowns today when the solicitor said she had 'encountered a delay' with the mortgage lender and they wouldn't do anything until monday anyway. We were meant to exchange contracts today. 
Before that, it was the middle of this week, and before that, it was meant to have been monday this week. I feel like I'm just being taken for a fool, as every time I chase her up, she shifts the exchange date just a few tantalising days into the future.
The worst of it is that I had PIH in my last pregnancy and my BP has started to rise in the last month this time. This is the last thing I need, but I'm so depressed and low about the house move, that I've lost any faculty to cope with the stress of it and can't see any light at the end of the tunnel. I've completely given up the belief that we may actually get into this house before I have to start pushing the baby out.
I've been off MN for weeks now, thanks to the BT cock-up, and just needed to vent this evening. I know there aren't any magic wands out there, but any support or cheering up is desperately needed, as I'm past the end of my tether. Thanks for reading.