Let the nesting commence

Got the keys to the new house today, which is good. As always it is slightly more shabby than I remembered from the viewing, and there's quite a bit of work to do (fresh coats of paint, patching peeling wallpaper, fixing quite a bit of damp), but I'm particularly glad to be moving in. Partly because we recently found out that there is an oh so delightful scabies infestation in this here house where I've been living for the last 2 months. Effing lovely, just what you want when six months pregnant. No signs of it on me or Mark yet but we will see...what fun.
I'm trying to get everything that we need for this house second hand-for dirty hippy reasons and, much more to the point, the fact that we are completely skint. So I've been getting loads of stuff off Freecycle. My haul so far is 4 bottles of unopened contact lens solution, an iron, a kettle, an ironing board (carried home from Meanwood on the bus this evening, wow I felt conspicuous), with more to come tomorrow if I succeed in getting a bus to some random place and then struggling home with washing basket and mop. Collecting things from Freecyclers is really surreal. You meet a complete stranger (so far I've met outside Argos, in someone's office, in uni and at the person's home), say hi and smile a lot, take a household object, thank them profusely and then walk away. I love it, it's sort of life affirming in its money free randomness. Today I walked through uni looking for a man with a kettle, found him, said 'hello, you're the man with the kettle', and then got a kettle. It was nice.
Obligatory baby news: I ended up going to hospital again on Monday and having yet more scans. Little one hadn't been moving much at all for a couple of days, and I was getting worried. On the informal u/s she was still worryingly still, enough for the midwife to send me for an immediate 'proper' u/s with measurements and everything. They couldn't find anything wrong, and she seems to be growing properly. I've been worried sick though, again. I'm sick of being worried sick. I keep having horrible dreams and it seems that every time I start to relax something happens. Being able to feel consistent movement would really help, but since I have an anterior placenta and she just seems to be hugely chilled out in there, it's another stress. Today she's been moving a lot more, which is really nice. I never thought I'd be so desperate for someone to kick my innards....