So, we both lost our jobs... What happened next? Did we both go on the dole? Well, a week passed, we applied for every job we could find and then Mum came home. I couldn't bear to tell her to her face as I knew that seeing any disappointment in her eyes would haunt me so, being the coward that I am, I emailed her. I can honestly say that her response was wonderful. She came straight over full of cuddles and Simon, my wonderful stepdad had already sorted out a Job for James as an electricians mate starting the following week providing he passed a test. They also promised to help us out with anything we needed and that we would never go without. So, feeling a bit more confident in myself (my ex-boss had pretty much outright rejected me when I asked to revoke my resignation which made me doubt my abilities as I had always thought I was a good worker, nevermind, was a shit job!) I went round to the Wine Bar I had worked at during the summer holidays when I was at University and asked for a job which I got!! Then mum popped into a lovely little bistro and I got a job there too! So there we were, three jobs between us :) sorted!
I met my wonderful midwife Lorna in the middle of week 8 and met a lovely lady who was 37 weeks pregnant after 5 years of trying and IVF which was wonderful.
So, at week 9 (they thought I was week 12 but scan showed otherwise) I went for my first scan with my mum, poor old James had to miss out as it was his first day back at work (he passed that test with 100%, I was so bloody proud!)
The next three weeks passed, didn't feel too bad, tired and very paranoid that something awful would happen and I counted down every second to the glorious 12 week mark which was also my 22nd Birthday, my 12 week scan was wonderful, it was the best birthday present I could ask for! Mum and James came along this time and I loved watching James see our baby for the first time.
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