It has been on my mind for a long time now, that I am very weary to bring a child into this world knowing that he/she will have to deal with me, bipolar me, as a mother. First, my husband (to-be, if I ever find a guy who is ok with a broken person) will have to deal with me off some, if not all, of my meds while I was pregnant (scary sight and dangerous to all).Then, when raising a baby. Are you kidding me? There are days I cannot get up to make my own breakfast, and now I have to look after someone else, (the mothers out there are saying, the love for your child will help you), I don't believe a child would be good in a world where they don't know when they come home from school how I am going to act or if I will snap or be lethargic. Kids need consistency. Seems like a ideal world and too normal for me. Guess I have to settle for being an Aunt.