Crazy

A local radio station has a regular segment where listeners call in, explain a habit they have or something they've done, and the DJs get to decide if the caller is probably clinically crazy or not. During the segment, they play Gnarls Barkley's song Crazy which begins, "I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind ..." The chorus says, "Does that make me crazy? Does that make me crazy? Probably."

I've been dreaming about a national park and a town square lately. My sister says as long as the town continues to develop, it's a sign I'm releasing my stress about the pregnancy. Now I'm hoping the next time I dream, the town will have a golf course and world-class resort.

Does that make me crazy?

Today, I wanted to make an omelet for lunch. I remembered we were out of all bread products, and what's an omelet without toast or biscuits? The grocery store is right across the street. I thought about the cold weather, the idea of getting dressed, waiting in line, etc. I sat for a moment. I decided it was easier to bake biscuits from scratch then spend five minutes going to the grocery store.

Does that make me crazy?

I did the dishes. I didn't realize that my dark blue T-shirt, because of my enlarged tummy, was getting wet in the process. I went to the bathroom later, and when I went to wash my hands, I looked up. I saw my reflection in the wall mirror. On my tummy was a perfect watermark of a flying baby wearing a jester's cap and juggling balls.

"Look! My baby's happy!" I thought, and smiled.

Does that make--uh, probably.