[BubbleBelly321]

Soon we've both paid for our meals, and headed off down the street. As we each walk along, I stop in front of a small park. There I see a few heavily pregnant men and women sitting on benches, walking (or waddling) down the road and otherwise just relaxing. Several young children are also playing on some equipment. I instinctively place my hand over my middle, wincing a little at some sensitivity, and turn to face you.

"So, do you know how many times you have to...you know...go through this?" I gesture to my middle. The number of pregnancies one has to undergo differs from person to person, depending on their health. "I mean...I'm sorry I keep asking all these questions. This whole thing is just...kind of surreal, you know?"