Conversations with Bug

I was zoning out on my way to work this morning and I realized that I was unconsciously rubbing my baby bump...again and I began to wonder why I've been doing it so much lately. All the sudden I had an epiphany: I'm doing it to try to connect with Bug. It is kind of like I'm having a one-sided conversation with her...a silent monologue of touch.

Sometimes I'm saying hi and letting her know that I'm thinking about her.
Sometimes I'm trying to let her know that I'm here to protect her.
Sometimes I'm trying to soothe her so she'll feel better about staying where she is for another couple of weeks and other times I'm asking her to just move a bit so I know she's ok.
And other times, I'm just telling her over and over again that her mom loves her.

Since I'm the kind of person who wanders around the house talking to her cats (don't worry, they don't answer back...MOST of the time) I have no problem doing the same with Bug in private. However, since I spend so much of my time at work and on transit, I'm thinking this mother/daughter chat by touch is pretty cool with the bonus that I don't look crazy in public.