Back from the midwife with a boat-load of misery...

OK, I'm going to admit, I'm in a bad mood. By the end of this post, you'll probably see why. Dylan's fine by the way, it's just me being cursed as usual...

Firstly, my trip to the midwife was, as usual, pointless. I had yet another new midwife, two in fact - I assume one was a student, they didn't bother introducing themselves so I don't know - polite eh?. I was rushed in and out in 15 minutes with an 'everything's fine', so I assume everything is! The one bit of good news is that Dylan's still head down. I just hope he stays there, not that I'll know as I don't have another appointment until December! I apparently am not going to fortnightly checks, despite this being the NHS guidelines - why am I not surprised? If they miss anything because of it, it's very simple, I'll just sue them!

I popped into the breastfeeding cafe whilst I was there, and got some more literature and met someone from the Health Visitors who is going to try a put me in touch with a specialist breastfeeding nurse, as I'm likely to struggle with breastfeeding if my ME/CFS is bad after birth. She's based in New Cross which is fine, as we are likely to be here now.

Got a text from Alex. Our flat has been rejected by Lewisham Council so we can't move house unless we can find friends to move in. To recap, we can't afford to rent out the flat through an estate agents, as they'll want £850-1100 in fees which we don't have. We then thought we'd rent the flat back to Lewisham Council for them to use as social housing. At £800 a month, we'd have only lost £50 and the flat would have been managed by the council. However, despite being in a council block, with council tenants living opposite, we've been rejected for the scheme as the flat is on the 3rd floor - HELLO!? THERE ARE COUNCIL TENANTS LVING ON THE THIRD FLOOR THROUGHOUT THIS ESTATE! That's probably nearly 50 flats! Why is ours a problem? I wouldn't mind, but there is a major housing shortage in London at the moment. It was only this week that the news was full of stories about a massive housing summit between councils in London to try and shorten their waiting lists - why not take our nice flat? For the say of 10 steps it's a f*cking palace compared to the standard of Lewisham council flats!

So we are left with three weeks to try and rent the flat privately which, unless we find friends, means renting without agency support, to strangers. Really f*cking risky for us, great for con artists. Plus, the ants seem to be be making a reappearance, so no-one is going to want the place anyway. So it looks like we're staying put and I have to raise Dylan in New Cross. I won't be able to go out with him, as benefits don't stretch far enough in London, plus being on the third floor with more surgery on the cards for the new year, I'm not going to be able to get a baby up and down the stairs. It's going to be horrible, noisy, isolating and miserable.

Right, I'm off for a lie down and a cry...