After Thursday's midwife's appointment, I have been referred for a 'growth scan' - apparently the bump is bigger than would normally be expected at this stage. So there are two hypotheses - either, I am having an elephant; or, there's a bit too much fluid in there. Both of these things might be perfectly okay; or they might not be perfectly okay. The midwife told me not to look on the internet until after the scan and knew a bit more. How well she knows me.
Two sets of people came to view the house today ... both seemed nice, both seemed sensible, both seemed to like it. Fingers crossed.
The main thing that is pre-occupying me at the moment is that Pa was taken in to hospital at 2am on Sunday morning, with internal bleeding. The bleeding has now stopped, but he is still on a drip, still nil-by-mouth and still being given blood. He's been on Warfrin for years and is 89. He's tough as old boots and will probably be fine. Luckily we were already going down on Friday and can move that forwards to tomorrow afternoon if we need to.
The person that's really worrying me is Ma. She is being relentlessly cheerful. I know it's her way of coping with things - and that she probably has a very natural desire not to worry or shock me at this particular time ... but I'm worrying about her being un-worried.
In other news, I have joined Facebook. Odd, isn't it?