The Hysteri-Keet

We're calling her the Hysteri-Keet.

HK for short.

No, we don't know yet if Kate's pregnant. We won't know until tomorrow at the earliest; she'll be taking an early pregancy test just because it is the first possible day, and it's Valentine's Day, and how amazing would it be to find out we're having a baby on Valentine's Day? Most likely, we won't know until next week.

But her symptoms have been so pronounced that we've been joking about her hysterical pregnancy since last week. This is an example of the traffic game: we can't talk about her pregnancy, about an actual embryo, until we know we actually have one. So it's a hysterical pregnancy we've got here, and we wanted to be able to talk about it by name.

So we named her. She'll get a new name once we know if she's real or hysterical. Kate's thinking of calling her Gabby or Zoey, after her childhood parakeets.

What have we learned about the Hysteri-Keet in the past week? She likes salads. And pasta. And spice cake. She makes her mama feel positively evil around 9PM every day. She demands naps. And every night, we snuggle up in our bed, which is the one place where we've agreed we won't play the traffic game, and I wrap my arms around my wife and our little hysterical daughter and say goodnight.