Wow, I think I'm a human again.

Well, in the great first trimester fog of pregnancy I became a useless, nauseous, exhausted shell of who I was. At eleven weeks, I think, I hope, that this sucky part is over. I guess I better do some filling in on the events and we will pick up at Thanksgiving. Kaylin was with her dad for turkey break, so Brandon and I went to my moms and Rick went to his moms. My mom's turkey day was picture perfect, joking, laughing, reminiscing. Ricks, on the other hand was not so pleasant. His dad was not so nice, and we ended up calling the police. Shortly after turkey day the police picked him up and admitted him to the adult in patient mental health place. He's angry and not happy with the family. We had our holiday party at work, and had a nice time. It sucked that I couldn't drink, but hey, what can ya do! Ricks was the next day and it was lame. Really lame. I won't get into, it's not worth mentioning. Brandon's therapist came and is discharging him from therapy. Apparently he has met his goals. I am so proud of how far he has come. Last weekend my friends Cathy and Eileen came over from Melbourne to clean my house. What a blessing! I was so overwhelmed with feeling terrible. I feel so much less stressed now.