Update!

I believe that this is mania day five, and I have managed to sleep on and off for about twelve hours, only slightly assisted by a pain killer for my excrutiating pelvic pain.

I'm guessing that being so largely pregnant has pretty much defeated the mania. I would even go so far as to say that I would be perfectly content just staying in this apartment and doing nothing until my due date. Which would be perfect, since I'm broke, out of gas, and had to fight over an electric scooter-buggy at Walmart the other night because I literally could not make it to my car with my hips ripping apart at the seams. I live in the states, so pretty much *all* of these motorized carts were bogarted by large people (not sensatioally large, I mean totally capable of walking from point A to point B), a totally healthy man in his 20s who just wanted to glide around the supermarket, and a pregnant woman who had "swollen feet." These people only beat me to the carts because they could *walk.* ...Walmart is a difficult place to have a handicap.

The hallucinations have dissipated tremendously (she said watching a mark on the wall become squiggly and... dance?). Or maybe I just don't care anymore. Whatever. Squiggle away.

Anyway, so everything's fine on the manic front. I'm going to keep checking into this thread to hold myself accountable until I'm absolutely sure that things have calmed down... and maybe to just have a record, since this is pretty unique. Also because I would have been elated to find any sort of personal accounts of bipolar and pregnancy online many months ago.