I’m only reluctant to tell general people (like coworkers) that I’m bi-polar because I don’t want to be seen through a filter that wasn’t there before. A normal person’s bad day is a crazy person’s being crazy. Also I hate hate hate how people see being bi-polar as synonymous with being horrible to other people. Either I’m doing it wrong or they have the wrong condition, and I’m starting to lean towards the second after reading about Borderline Personality Disorder.

I’m also reluctant to tell general people about the future baby plans only because I don’t want to see other people get prematurely excited about something that’s not happening yet. I’m having preemptive angst over not being able to get pregnant, or not being able to get pregnant quickly, or not getting pregnant the very first time we try. (Didn’t I just say I don’t want to go back to experiencing monthly periods?)

I’ve seen those studies where people are given the same baby but treat it differently if they’re told it’s a girl or boy. I don’t expect to do that, and even want to dress our future-baby in mismatched socks to throw random strangers off, but if actions speak louder than intentions…

I know I treat the cats differently. I don’t know if that’s because of their genders or their personalities, or if their personalities were determined by the gender roles I unintentionally assigned to them! I also realized that I use Morgan’s actual name a lot less with her, for whatever that means.

I’ve also been meaning to say, Shannon’s pictures are so cute I keep thinking all new babies should come with an accessory sibling. I guess you’d give it back when you have another.