I'm pregnant now with a super ninja. She sneaks up on my bladder and attacks with lightning speed. I'm only 28 weeks in but I change underwear a couple times a day and sometimes wear pads when I know I have to be out of the house for a while. Don't be jealous.

Before I had a baby I was, like most childless people, the perfect parent.  The list of things I would always do and never do was long, detailed and set in stone. Then Andrew arrived and with him came Postpartum Depression and Anxiety. That potent combination of the three of us - me, my baby and my mental illness, made me throw pretty much every single always and never out of the window.

I took Buddy to Montessori this morning. I signed him in and we walked around to the playground gate. Kiddos, this place is like toddler HEAVEN. Still, he lingered at the gate and tried to pull me in with him. I knelt down and gave him a hug and a kiss and asked him what he wanted to play with, and didn't that big beach ball with the water spraying out look like fun? Then he recognized one of the teachers from his 'warm ins' last week and sprinted off to her. She got a hug and a big kiss and I have never in my life been that jealous of a woman. EVER. I wanted to run in there and snatch him up and yell, "MINE!".

I should have known better.

Every time I see the picture and the article I get angry.  I usually just walk away (or whatever the internet equivalent of that is) but tonight was different.  It was on George Takei's Facebook page and for some reason that made it worse.  See, I love Uncle George. I think he's funny and smart and kind above all.  There have been things that he has posted that he has taken down and apologized for after thinking them through and hearing from fans.  And so I thought... maybe...

I was so wrong.