The invasion.

The invasion has begun. By that I mean that my house is no longer my own. The push to get it ready for sale is in full swing with a constant stream of David's relatives and soon painters invading my space. I just want to find a new place and be done with it. Today is my 'study day' (I have a lecture in the afternoon but I don't tend to go) and I really enjoy my peace and quiet on Mondays - I don't even let anyone know I am home. Today there was a knock at my door. I was going to ignore it but I had the TV on so I thought I better answer (I thought it would just be someone trying to sell me something) so I did and there was David's aunty. She showed up unannounced (and dare I say uninvited and unwanted) to do some work in the garden. I know that this isn't like some great affliction or she is horrible or invasive but I like my space! I feel like I am living in someone else’s at the moment. I just want to hurry up and find a house and get out of here. Preferably before all the open house crap starts.

We looked at a house on Saturday. It is just about the only one that has what we need that has cropped up in our price range. It was tiny. The rooms were really small. The main bedroom would have room for a bed and pretty much nothing else. But it had an extra little room that could be a toy room and the garage can be used as a study, so it was workable (and we could actually pay the rent which is always a bonus.) The main problem with it was that it was an 'open house' type viewing and there were sooooooooo many people there. I mean we got there a little early and had to park half way down the street. It makes me wonder even if we do find a suitable house how the hell are we supposed to get approved over all these other people. It's not like we have great jobs or anything and are terribly stable. We are students, with kids who live on next to nothing.

In other news I have an exam on Friday (great timing hey). It is a clinical exam, thankfully formative but I still don't want to stuff it up.

10 days till I have my ultrasound and hopefully find out if it is a boy or a girl. Emily was such a brat this morning that I rang David saying that it's not allowed to be another girl lol. She was just being so stubborn and didn't want to get dressed.

I think the amount of space devoted to house talk and to the other facets of my life is very indicative of my state of mind at the moment. I just can't wait till it is all sorted and I don't have to worry about it anymore.