The weirdest thing happened yesterday. While my husband and I were changing clothes and getting ready to take the dogs for a walk, my Hope Addict snuck up on me and actually channeled herself through me! I don't know how else to describe it. It was my voice, and the words were clearly coming out of my mouth, but it wasn't me talking! I swear it!
It went something like this:
Me: [traipsing my fingers in a forced nonchalant way across the bed frame] So when my period gets here and the HSG results come back all clear, what do you think we should do? I mean, should we just stick with the condoms for a while... or... a...
Him: I dunno. To be honest I haven't really thought about it.
Me: Oh. Well, me either, much. But I mean, I guess we should have some plan. I'm fine with whatever, you know. I think. We could stick with the condoms for a few more months, or we could just not worry with any of it. Or whatever.
Him: I've really been enjoying just being normal lately, you know.
Me: Oh, yeah, sure. Really it's been great. No worries, no stress.
Him: But you've been thinking about it some lately, huh.
Me: Just a little. You know, with the HSG coming up and all. But you don't have to have an answer right now. We can wait.
Then I went on to cry in a belated pity-party over my miserable baby shower experience this weekend. That was me - all me. But the above conversation... Where the hell did that come from?!
I swear, that Hope Addict is one sneaky bitch.