Just got home from the diner where my neighbor and I and the girls had breakfast. Yum. I haven't had a diner breakfast in so long. Those buttermilk pancakes have wrecked my blood sugar levels for the rest of the day, but I can't help but feel it was sort of worth it. So damn good. The girls had a blast easting together and we're so darn cute it was rediculous. Natalie is already in bed for a nap, and despite having an enormous diet Coke, I think I need a nap too.
Yesterday was therapy, and while I still feel shitty, I am feeling good that my therapist wants to send me to a psychiatrist who specializes in hormones/gynocological issues and the brain. Hopefully she will help a lot, and we can get my meds tweaked and try and figure out what's hormonal, what's chemical, and then once those two are figured out, we can work on the emotional issues.
And we've decided Natalie isn't babbling - she's speaking Swedish. I swear, she sounds like the Swedish chef. It's hysterical.