...that I am up to no good.
No, actually, I solemnly swear that I was in fact pregnant and had a real baby, unlike this blogger who fabricated a pregnancy and birth. Her "baby" had defects incompatible with life, yet she chose to carry her to term. She had a home birth and her baby died several hours later. Only it turns out it wasn't a real baby but a doll and she was not pregnant.
Some people are very upset over this incident, feeling angry and betrayed and calling her all sorts of bad names. Here's my take on it: I'm married to a fiction writer. His job is to tell lies. More or less. So if someone wants to fabricate a pregnancy and a birth and can tell a compelling story, it really doesn't bother me all that much as long as no one gets hurt in the process.
So back to my original point: I really am in fact who I claim to be. (Or maybe not--perhaps I have exceedingly good photoshop and CGI skills and wrote a fake 300+ page dissertation...evil laughter)