Gaslighting

Dear Becky,

I no longer believe you to be bred.

Everyone else has long since kidded, and you don't even appear to be miserable, just irritable.  As usual.   I no longer believe you to be gestating, but just plain old fat and cranky.  I have come to realize that this has all been just a silly ruse on your part to garner treats and special dispensations.  I now understand that you were teasing us all in order to have a good chuckle at our expense, and not get into trouble for all the bad attitude and head butting you have been up to the last couple of months. 

You should be ashamed of yourself for playing such a mean prank as trying to make us believe there were babies to be expected.

We will continue to give you treats, because we are just kind and benevolent that way, but we will no longer be waiting, watching and amending our lives in anticipation of you possibly needing our help in kidbirth.  We are going to a birthday party this afternoon over at The Krew's, and will celebrate the 10th anniversary of the arrival of The Petite Delicate Flower.  We are going to have a grand time, and not even think about you or  worry about your health and well being, or that of your imagined progeny.  And tomorrow, we are going to spend the afternoon at the library, and will be gone for several hours.  We might even go to a movie, just because we have no reason to hurry home and look after a pregnant goat.

HA HA Becky, joke was on us.  Just one more reason you are now known as "Becky The Bad."

Sincerely,
C.B.