Denial is a lovely name for a girl
This is the worst mindfuck I've ever had. I know my pregnancy isn't viable. I've seen the evidence myself on ultrasound. I've left no electronic stone unturned on my Internet quest for a single piece of research that could prove the ultrasound wrong. I've found nothing. I know it's over.
So why did I dream last night that we had a baby girl whose name was Lucy?