Time is FLYING by. I'm still feeling well. I am starting to have really crazy, vivid dreams. My boobs still hurt (and are huge!), I'm still getting up to pee at least twice a night, and I am still really tired. I am in bed by 8:30 most nights. Other than that, I feel great. Mornings are bad for me, though. I really drag. It is so tough for me to get out of bed and then out of the house in the morning. Hopefully, in another two weeks when I'm off the progesterone supp's, this will resolve.
I am at the point where I am going to have to buy new bras. Most of mine are getting too small. I am reluctant to spend money on something that is such an interim need, but I don't think I have a choice. I've been trying to get by with some stretchy bras that I have, but they don't provide enough support, and I'm even more sore from wearing them.
My next doctor's appointment, which will be my first with my new OB, is Monday. And, just a week and a half until my NT scan. Hopefully, everything is looking good in there.
With regard to my MIL's impromptu visit last night, she actually behaved herself. (After her recent ambush of T., and her history of ignoring all reasonable boundaries , I wasn't really sure she wouldn't bring the pregnancy up.) I think there were a couple of points where she really wanted to say something, but T. gave her the evil eye, and she didn't. Although, her husband was like "soooo, what's new?," which I don't think was entirely innocent. But whatever. It was nice to see them, and they took us out to dinner, which was lovely of them. I really do enjoy them, and I do love my MIL. She is just a little much sometimes.