I have now been off meds for about a month, and to my complete surprise (actually more according to my hopes, which fate very rarely pays any attention to) I feel good. Yep, I feel good. Plain and simple, normal. Ok, I sleep less, much less, but it's not because I can't but because I sort of... choose not to. The possibility of me being hypomanic has crossed my mind on a number of occassions, but that just doesn't bother me... perhaps it should, but it doesn't. Let's see how this goes.

The reason for me quitting the meds this time isn't just my constant wish to be natural, this time I'm having a baby, hopefully... hopefully. My life seem to hang on to that word right now, it's all about hope.