What a year...

2011...the best yet worst and shortest yet longest year of my short existence. 2012 should be better right? It'll certainly be different.  My life is forever changed with this angelic addition:

Baby Clayton Rey...my little moo calf. The last 2 weeks I've been doing nothing but milking myself for him.  Moo... and every time I do I can't help but think..."I've got nipples Greg, can you milk me?"

While I have been blessed with an adorable healthy baby boy (and healthy he is...2 weeks early and a full 7 lbs 5 oz at birth.  Atta boy Clayton), I've been cursed with a perfect storm of hormones, stress, and feeling overwhelmed, leading me down this dark agonizing path deeper into myself.  Hiding myself from everyone, even those I hold close to my heart.  Pretending everything is ok, telling myself everything will be fine, even when I don't feel that way.  What's that saying again? Fake it 'til you make it.  I hate that saying but that's what I'm trying to do for now.  2012 isn't looking too bright...