Two days. . .

Til my blood test on Wednesday.  Today I feel fat, blah.  Bloated.  Yuck.  I can't remember if that is normal for a day after the weekend.

I had a good/semi good weekend?  Friday we went out to dinner, had a horrible meal at a restaurant we love so that was disappointing.  I had some red wine and relaxed and was able to enjoy myself.  Saturday we finished up yard work, well N seemed to, I cleaned inside which was oh so much fun and then I painted a bathroom too, doing everything I shouldn't be!  In the evening my in laws came over along with my BIL and his gf.  Drank more wine, had a heart to heart with BIL gf, she said I would seriously carry a baby for you, so sweet.  To even offer, whether it was the alcohol talking or not, it was more than my bother BIL and his wife have offered, not like I would ever accept that, but to be offered is a big deal.  It was really sweet, either way.  We talked a lot about our niece on that side, who is out of control and she was shocked as I was when she heard that BIL wife miscarried.  Neither of us wished that on anyone, but we (the family) feel that another child for them just shouldn't happen, because the one they have now is out of control.  It is hard to watch.

After they all left, N and I had a conversation about his family and why it is hard for me to be around them, and it has everything to do with his SIL.  And I hate that I feel that way, but I can't even explain how she is.  They reward their child for bad behavior, they feed her only what she wants, bacon and chicken nuggets.  There is no control, well actually the baby controls her parents, and my in laws just seem to go along with it, because that is how her parents choose to raise her.  It seems to be taking a toll on my MIL, because it's hard because she watches this child, free of charge, and gets walked all over.  It's bad when my husband and his brother start noticing and saying things to us about it, because normally no one says anything.  It drives me crazy and that is why I don't want to be around it. 

I felt fine, physically over the weekend.  Saturday I did eat an entire 8inch grinder, and that made me feel nauseous, at least I think it was that.  Sunday I woke up with a hangover?  No headache just bleh feeling, which came back in the afternoon.  I can't read in to this shi*t.  Because I know in my heart of hearts we are out of the race this time. 

Is it Wednesday yet...?