tomorrow morning I have to go see the shrink and ask him for tests. I need to know one way or another. For whatever reason- I can convince myself that I'm being hysterical, I can get my mind wrapped around this being all in my head, until the next wave of queasiness hits me. Until I try to move and my lower abdominal muscles protest. Until one more little nagging thought dances into my brain and whispers, "Baby."