Suddenly talking to myself doesn't seem quite so mental. At the moment I'm lying on my front -well, sorta, I have kind of a lean going on here where I'm not lying on my stomach. I am being kicked, when I felt the first kick of the morning, I paused my eternal Facebooking, and patted my stomach, saying "Good morning, I see your up,".
In a way it is talking to myself, the first sign of insanity, yet in another way, I am talking to my baby so therefore not insane at all.