Anyway, I am feeling better tonight. I had a fine evening. I talked with a friend. My ex came over to watch the kids as is usual. I went to Christopher's around 7:30 or 8:00 and he made gluten-free bread for me in the breadmaker. We hugged and smiled and chatted and watched you-tube for a bit. Then he got out the Whinnie the Pooh book that he has and I read a chapter to him. We have done that maybe three times in the last six months, and he knows I like it so he got the book out of his own accord. I sat reading and he fell asleep hugging me. Sometimes, he and I just laugh and laugh at the things Eeyore and Rabbit et. al. say! I also mentioned having gained 4 lbs in the last six weeks, cuz we were talking about him being three times my weight still- as he was when we were born (3 lbs something and 10 pounds something) - wait he said only twice now- and I said "not likely because I'm 132." he says "132?!" in disbelief and I said "Yeah, I've gained 4 lbs". He says "Are you pregnant?" I said "If I were, I'd be more than six weeks and don't you think I'd've not kept it a secret?" He said "I don't know..." but all in a non-upset way. Ack! Pregnant. He aught to bite his tongue. I have, however, missed two periods, but had weird spotting. Oh yeah- and I said "If only I could blame my craziness on being pregnant. 'Oh! No big deal! I'm not mentally ill- I'm pregnant!'" I said it was probably the new meds.

I am tired, however, from yesterday. And even though I slept last night and had crazy dreams, I need more sleep now. (And no doubt more crazy dreams.)