Good Days Vs. Bad Days

I have been having some pretty good days of pregnancy lately, which has been nice. I still haven't kicked the insomnia completely, but will have a few good nights of sleep per week, which makes the bad nights easier to handle. It's all a case of good days and bad days. Example:

Yesterday was a "good day". I volunteered to drive my FIL to his chemo appointment 4hours away. I wasn't really sure how it was going to go since I haven't ever spent a day exclusively with him only. Well CHATTY CATHY. We talked the entire drive there, save for 30 minutes when I took a nap. And now I know who to call if I ever NEED to talk about being pregnant - the man is SO EXCITED about the baby he was more than happy to ask me questions and talk about it. Which is fun because a lot of times I feel like I should rein it in on the baby talk. The appointment lasted about 5 hours during which I got a lot of work done and then I had to drive back home, due to the fact that he is pretty out of it and sleeps a lot when it is all done. Again, back to baby talk on the way home! It was really funny. It is easy to have a good day when people share in your excitement about being pregnant. This is probably not going to sound right, but we decided that he and I share a lot of the same symptoms - he has a bit of an extended stomach because of a swollen spleen, he doesn't sleep well, he is tired all of the time, and people are always nice to both of us. I think I have the good end of that deal though - I at least get a baby at the end of all of this! All in all I was thankful for the fun, albeit tiring, day we had and I sort of feel a lot closer to my FIL now. I was a little disappointed that he couldn't feel the baby kick. The one time that the baby was kicking while he was awake, he rushed to put his hand on my belly just in time for Baby S to STOP kicking. Go figure!

Now today so far has been more on the bad day side. Nothing terrible - just tired and crabby. I had to drive to an appt for work that didn't show up which annoyed me, I desperately need a haircut becuase now my hair IS growing like a weed so it is in about 1000 bobby pins and looking like something Helena Bonham Carter would rock, and I have (WARNING - APPROACHING TMI TERRITORY. ABORT MISSION IF YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR REALLY PERSONAL INFO) what I like to call Rainy Vag syndrome which has left evidence on my pants. Thank God maternity polyester pants dry quickly. My friend HC and I were just whining about the fluids that your body produces while pregnant. Where does that all come from? UGH. HC's twin sister just gave birth and warned us that it only gets worse. People, I have gotten CHAFE marks on my inner thigh from pantiliners. So I stopped wearing them for a day (today) and bam. Immediately regretting that decision. This is definitely something no one ever brought to my attention pre-pregnancy.

And now to conclude good day, bad day, a funny story. AS I have whined about plenty of times on this blog, my breasts are growing by the minute right along with my belly. I bought new bras (in new sizes) again over the weekend. Yesterday my MIL and my husband met us for a very late dinner towards the end of the drive to save me some driving b/c they knew I was getting pooped. My MIL has been more and more comfortable around me but doesn't really talk too much about "women" things to me. Over burgers and fries she suddenly blurted out, "wow - your boobs really are getting big". I just started laughing. "Totally - they're monstrous". She just shook her head and laughed. I thought about telling her my fears of squashing my baby with them while breastfeeding but just left it at that. :)