Pregnant married and living with my boyfriend....how have you been?

Well, the last few months have been busy to put it mildly. I filed for divorce a few days after Mr. OCD left me. He left me once before, before we got married and for the first time in my life I broke my rule. The one and only dating rule I've ever stuck to. If you leave your done. I broke it and ended up married to a man who never loved me but was afraid to live his life without me. I was nothing more then a security blanket and see that now makes me very sad. The final court date for my divorce will be Nov. 24th.
I have gone through a couple of jobs while I found something that worked for me and my little one. Who is getting to be not so little anymore. I am currently working for a great call center, they are very understanding of my situation and have reset my schedule when I needed it. They let me work a random day and take off a scheduled day with no penalty if I need it for some reason. Really perfect for a single working mom.
Not that I am single. Apparently I am a totally kick ass person and easily found a man worthy of me and who can keep up with me. So I moved in with him, seemed dumb but right anyways. There is no guilt trip if I ask him to watch my daughter while I take a 30 min hot shower or go out and get my nails done. I don't feel awful if I don't make dinner or buy myself a shirt that fits right. I think best of all is that he has people. If we need help there are people to call, good reliable people. I honestly never knew there were so many of them. No, actually best of all is that he is a really great father and I never asked him to be he just is. I never had to ask him to color with her so I could have a minute to look at the menu. This is all new to me and sometimes I cry from happiness.
Of course it could be the pregnancy hormones making me cry too. Shortly after I moved in we found out that I am pregnant. Today I am 14 weeks. I've gotten a couple of ultra sounds and seen a genetic councilor. Everything seems to be just fine....except me. I am a mess, morning sickness, crying, drooling, and everything else the comes with the typical uncomfortable pregnancy. My first time I was euphoric and happy and perfectly fine. I was the pregnant lady all pregnant ladies hate, but I got mine so you can stop hating me. We are due May 1st and Monkey is extremely excited for a baby in the house. She is not really thrilled about having a brother or sister though.
Speaking of Monkey, she gets to see her dad every other weekend. He doesn't really care to see her much more then that because the whole pick up drop off thing is pretty inconvenient most of the time. I took her into early intervention a year ago because I really thought she was behind in speech and the lady pretty much agreed but the chart to prove it was too broad. I took her back in a few weeks ago and she is significantly behind (7-8% percentile) in language development, speech and social skills. The social skills were kinda hard to hear about for me because I feel living the isolated life we did while I was married hurt her, rather then helped her. She is in preschool though and the teacher keeps saying how much EVERYONE loves her and she stops by all the classrooms on the way out and says bye to a ton of different people, kids older and younger and the teachers. So that might not have been as severe as diagnosed, but whatever gets her help I don't care.
I have NOT been eating meatless on Monday, I have not been making my food from scratch, I have not been the best parent I want to be but I forgive myself and move one and try to do better. I have come back to this blog to give myself me time. So I can be better.