22 weeks: really, boobs? really?

So, 2 weeks ago, my left boob decided it was going to be an overachiever and start leaking.  Just a tiny bit – it was super unexpected, and it’s just clear-ish fluid as far as I can tell.  Now, at 22 weeks, it’s leaking practically every night.  I woke up two nights ago with my camisole practically soaked.  And yet, my right boob… nothing.  Why?  WHY?

I just… man.  Either both leak, or neither.  This is what I want.  This lopsidedness is driving me batty.

I bought some more breast pads today – I had a few Tommee Tippee ones, but they come in 2 packs and obviously I only need one at a time.  Jeez.  I guess I should be glad it isn’t happening during the day.

22, almost 23 weeks.  Everything is still going quite well.  I had my UW specialist appointment, and it went swimmingly – the douchebag doctor was only in my room for 5 minutes, and he basically went, “Feeling better?  Good, I knew you would.”  Then he talked for a minute more about how awesome he is, measured my stomach, and took off.  So no extra meds!  Yay!  My top number is still kinda high (about 130 at the doctor initially, though it dropped to 114 by the end of the visit), but my bottom number is in the 70s regularly, which is great for me.  They had my ultrasound results, and apparently the baby is right on track for growth, which I’m quite happy about as well.

First question from every health professional nowadays seems to be regarding movement – they always want to know if I’m feeling the kid frequently.  I can definitely say I am – she’s a freaking wiggleworm.  But I see why they ask – it’s really a good gauge of how well things are going.  Active babies are usually healthy babies.

My weight is also freaking great – I’m still 1 pound below my starting weight!  Well, 2 pounds below – the scale at UW is always a pound higher than the one at my midwife clinic.  But I’m so proud of myself.  I haven’t been great with the quality of my food, but I’m still drinking tons of water, and my portions are pretty small.  I’m hoping to be no more than at my starting weight by the end of this month so that I can start the third trimester by still having my 11-19 pounds to gain.  Whee!

Now, all I want to do is spend all my money on cloth diapers.  That’s cool, right?  Right.