Well, it is the beginning of the new year.  I am almost 30 weeks, which is the end of the seventh month.  I can't believe how much time has passed.  I am almost ready to have this baby. 

My crib is in the mail.  I am looking at the boxes of my stroller and highchair.  My shower is on Saturday and I am sure there are lots of beautiful gifts coming my way.  Though, I am unsure about the people who will be attending.

In the last month I have accepted that I cannot manage the cycling on my moods any longer.  I have been very lucky thus far to have avoided medication through all the important growth phases of my son.  I will, however; be on medication up to two weeks before my due date and then will be back on the medication for an unknown period of time... perhaps even for the rest of my life. 

I've found it extremely hard to deal with my bipolar, even though I am considered on the high-functioning spectrum of the disease.  People don't seem to understand something that happens on a neurological level.  I think this may be so because people cannot always grasp the non-physical.  If you get hives when you eat peanut butter, that's understandable.  If you get tired when you run too far too fast, that's understandable.  But bipolar... that's just weird.  Who cannot control their moods?  Who feels sad one minute and then happy the next?  Who is bothered by something for no reason at all one day... but next week it does not matter anymore?  

It's hard explaining these things to people.  In all honesty, I don't think many people have the capacity to understand something they don't have to deal with on a daily basis.  

On another note, Zachary is doing really well.  He is very active and gives me little rest.  I believe he will be an active, trouble seeking little boy.  He's growing great.  He was almost 3lbs at my last ultrasound, which puts him in the 85-percentile for his gestational age.  Though, at this point, ultrasounds are becoming less and less accurate. 

I have felt him drop already.  Everyone is telling me he has dropped.  So I am hoping that he is getting ready to come.  I want him to be ready at 35 weeks... though, if he is not I don't want him to rush.  I am just hoping that his lungs are fully developed early and he can join the world in February.  

I am falling asleep as I am typing, so I am going to go.