Some days are good days. Some days are not-so-good days. Yesterday was one of those not-so-good days. And really it was for no apparent reason, except maybe not enough sleep. I tried to sleep in to catch up, but the dogs were not about to let a good day of barking go to waste, so I ended up getting much more frustration than sleep for many hours, and finally storming off in a temper fit. (Den was out for the day, so he was not there to rescue me.)

After that somehow I ended up melting down. But not about the baby. No, it’s been a good week with the baby, I’m feeling fine and still slightly nauseated all day. For some crack-ass reason my mind decided it would be a great idea to fixate on my maternity leave and benefits and have a huge effing meltdown about it. Part of me was sitting here saying, “Dude, that is SEVEN MONTHS away and a lot can change between now and then, why are we freaking out about this?” But it didn’t matter. There was a part of me that was hellbent on having a meltdown, goddamnit, and that was the topic today.

Now I’m not going to go into all the details in this here public blog, so I know no one can help me figure it out, but thankfully after shrieking to some friends for a little while I started thinking about what I could look into rather than simply why I was fucked. So now Den and I have questions for our respective HR departments and hopefully somewhere in there will be a glowy, happy answer that will make my entire freakout look completely pointless.

Good times, good times.