There are some days when I will actually wonder, for a brief moment, if maybe I'm just crazy and what is happening is an hysterical pregnancy, or perhaps a giant uterine tumor that I have personified. That my OB and the ultrasound techs are actually institutional staff who are humoring me and my psychotic episodes. It is usually like that when she's napping and still. I really rely on the kicks and movement to keep me in check. Cuckoo.
There's my confession of the day.