It just doesn't feel severe right now. It feels manageable. It feels enlightening. It feels beautiful. It feels sexy. It feels brilliant. And, I think I am a better, more interested mom. And, I think I'm a better, more captivated wife. I don't think my family would disagree. And, what if it doesn't turn bad? What if it just stays beautiful, remains euphoric? Nothing negative effects me, not even that wreck I just mentioned. It just rolls right off of me like water on a leaf.