I get drunk and sentimental

Today has been a good day. I spent money, and I damn enjoyed it. Yes, I don't really need 2 new coats, and yes, some of the stuff I bought won't fit me in 2 months time, but damn, I feel much better for doing it. I only had to stop because I couldn't carry anymore bags.

And on top of that, we are off to the USA the week before Christmas. Hurrah! Twizzlers (not of the turkey variety, you understand) and fit Mexican food, here I come!

Even the students seem to have started behaving. Oh, apart from the one we had the police in for last night, but thats a story for sometime in the week.

Every part of my body hurts. I am falling asleep everytime I sit down. Luckily, sitting down is a rarity.

So, today was the first day with the students back. Gah. They are back with a vengence.

GP registration today involved basically herding about 2000 students into a room and making them choose between 6 surgeries, while subtling hinting not to join the mean ones who will tell you you are pregnant if you go in with a headache.

My favourite part of the day was listening to a group of students chatting, and hearing one proclaim "I'm really disapointed cos I thought University would be a lot more like Hollyoaks". Oh dear. This is the future of our country.

I can't believe its only Monday.

I have just sat down. It is 10.35pm. They have been arriving since about 10.15 this morning. I am knackered.

Currently on duty. Duty tonight has so far involved opening rooms for about 9 students, all of whom have locked their keys inside. I fear there is more of this to come.

Also, the students who was arriving "late" tonight has not yet shown up. This worries me a little as I have locked the gates. If they turn up now, they ain't getting in. Then again, who thinks it is a good idea to take their daughter to university at 10.30 at night? Who knows what goes through some peoples minds.

Today did make me happy though. And for welcome for me, it was very calm. I almost enjoyed it. Not like the doztastic, she seemed to be going a little crazy, walking round with her map and her fan. The students seem to be thinking she is a little odd already. They do seem like a good bunch though, so lets hope I still feel the same when they all come home drunk in 4 hours time.

We've got about 8 students in. And another that doesn't belong to us, but was seemingly sent here by the useless accommodation office. It is strangely quiet. Like the calm before the storm. Having said that, I was on duty for about 20 minutes and my doorbell rang. Good start. A girl couldn't lock her room and I couldn't do anything about it. Made me feel useful.

I'm bracing myself for the comments tomorrow "you can't be the warden, you're very young", "are you a student?" "what do you mean you're in charge of my son/daughter, you don't look any older than them". It does make me cross. I know I am relatively young to be doing this, but it doesn't mean I am no good at it.

I want to be a damn good warden, and that is what I will be. Firm, but fair. Liked, and respected by students. Keep your fingers crossed for me...

It's been a little while. Things have been beginning to get a little busier as welcome begins to swing into full force. The hall is currently half full of international students, which although is not ideal, it has been a nice learning curve to getting used to having them here. Home students start to arrive Friday, so expect a blog at some point next week about how its not fun and paying no rent really cannot be worth having no sleep.

Work proper is still stressing me out. Today's trauma was the information for 7 of the halls being wrong. While I am upset that it is, and that people are having a go at me about it, I am honestly past caring. I am ready to scream at my boss how I need some work to do. Yesterday I spent the day watching Stoppit and Tidy Up on youtube. Clearly not what I should be doing with my time. I need to be challenged, I need to have something to do. But on a side note, how cool is the Big Bad I Said No?!

Welcome used to be my favourite time of year. Yes, it was hideously stressful, but I thrived on it. It's not been the same this year, and I can tell that I really have missed it. I lifted a suitcase of a student for the first time yesterday. Yesterday was Tuesday, that should have happened on Sunday at the latest (Tom then shouted at me for lifting suitcase while with child, I ignored him, but felt very guilty afterwards).

Oh well, we'll see how the weekend goes. I might get my welcome buzz back. Might.

Scan = yay! Saw the baby, all is fine, I am over the moon

Well, tomorrow is the day I've been waiting for. Despite only being 11 weeks, tomorrow is our 12 week scan.

It would be wrong to say I am calm about it, I am not. I am honestly terrified. I keep half getting excited, thinking about how I will tell people, and then bring myself back down to earth, and remind myself the more excited I get, the more likely something is to be wrong.

I have never been through anything like this before. I have no idea what to expect. I can't even write the words anymore, there is too much going through my head.

Whatever happens, I will be back here tomorrow to update. Keep your fingers crossed for me, please?

Was going to just post something random about how Sunday afternoons are clearly meant for watching Back to the Future (part 3, not the best, but still watchable), but pinched this from Happy28 instead. It seemed easier to do than think:

Two Names You Go By:

1. Bev
2. Panda

Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now:
1. Favourite jeans
2. T-shirt from adsa

Two Things You Would Want (or have) in a Relationship:
1. Love
2. Laughter

Two Things You Should Do:
1. Clean up the living room
2. Ebay all our unwanted stuff

Two Things You Want Very Badly At The Moment:
1. Happiness in my job
2. To know my baby is ok

Two Things You Did Last Night:
1. Slept
2. Watched tv

Two Things You Hated Today:
1. The Church bells waking me up
2. That I still have no energy

Talked to:
1. Tom
2. myself

Two Things you're doing tomorrow:
1. Going to work
2. pastoral training

Two longest recent car rides:
1. To B&Q bank holiday weekend
2. Last time I went into town

Two Favourite Holidays:
1. Cuba
2. Kavos

Two Favourite Beverages:
1. Cider
2. Smoothies

Two Things That Would Surprise You About Me:
1. My desire to learn (still)
2. my flexibility

Two Jobs I Have Had In My Life that bored the crap outta me:
1. Fax watcher
2. Telemarketing

Two Movies I would watch over and over:
1. My Best Friends Wedding
2. Star Wars

Two Places I have lived:
1. Hull
2. London

Two Favourite kinds of foods:
1. Chocolate
2. Mexican

Two Places I'd rather be right now:
1. On holiday
2. Anywhere but Hull

This week has been far too long, with too much crossness, and not enough joy.

I am soooo glad that it is Friday.

Work-wise, stupid people have just abounded (I don't even know if thats a word, but it sounded right) this week. The most stupid of all being my friend K's replacement. I always knew that it wouldn't be easy for someone to replace him, and that I would find it particularly hard after working with him for 3 years and him being a very good friend of mine, but it reached the point on Wednesday when I went ranting to her boss she was making me that cross. Luckily, said boss didn't call me back until this morning, when I was much calmer, and rationally explained my points without just screaming "I HATE HER". But if she crosses me again, that is what I shall be doing.

Baby-wise, I've now reached 10 weeks. A quarter of the way through. Woop. Scan next week. I'm trying hard not to think about it, or just to be positive, but it scares me everyday. It's been a bad week for sickness though, and if everyone at work doesn't know, I would be highly surprised.

Life-wise, I am still struggling. I am still having those thoughts that I just don't know what to do with my life. I definately want a new job, but then, I can't start applying for things because I'm having a baby. I'm going back down the Graduate Recruitment Schemes again. I need to use my brain. I'm scared it's turning to mush, just sitting here, doing things I can do standing on my head. It makes me cross.

My boss is back at work on Monday. I have to come up with a reason why I have not done half the work I was left (apart from "I really didn't want to", I don't think he'll like that). And annoyingly, I have started dreaming about work. Every night. I don't like it. I just need some time away, to switch off, and not have to worry.

But wait, what's that round the corner. Oh yes, Welcome. Ha. No chance for me de-stressing any time soon then.

The weekend is just too short. I can't believe tomorrow is work again, already.

I am so tired all the time at the moment, I just can't be bothered with the effort of moving about the house, let alone having to go to work, engage my brain and do work. It of course doesn't help we are coming up to the busiest time of year, and I have all but stopped caring.

Tom's parents came yesterday and we told them about the baby. They were, as expected, over the moon. Well, first grandchild and all that, you would expect it. We're on the count down to the scan now, just under 2 weeks. Then I can finally come clean with work. Not that I wasn't collared Friday lunchtime and told that a couple of people thought I was pregnant. I did my best fobbing off noises, but they are not stupid girls, and I'm sure that when I do come clean it will be no big surprise.

I am ready for a holiday and term hasn't even started yet, how bad is that?