I keep teasing Jen. She's tired. "Its because you have a baby inside." She's nauseated after a grilled cheese sandwich. "Its because you have a baby inside." She doesn't want to watch American Chopper with me. "Its because you have a baby inside." I figure if I just make fun of it, constantly, to a ludicous level, it will negate any disappointment we might feel if/when its proved that she does not, in fact, have a baby inside.

I hope she has a baby inside.

I know she probably doesn't.

But I don't know for sure.

I hope she has a baby inside.

I know she probably doesn't.

But I don't know for sure.

Jen is simulaneously pregnant and not pregnant. Its kind of like Schrodinger's cat.