"That would be nice," Hippolyta considered. "Natural childbirth is not something I would reccomend to any mortal woman." Hippolyta would probably do it without drugs if she was pregnant again, but she wasn't a mortal woman: she was an Amazon, a warrior, with muscles and nerves made of iron and stone.
It took her a moment to remember who Kat's grandfather was. Ah, Hermes. She hadn't had much interaction with him - he wasn't a warrior, wasn't a god that had patronage over any aspect of her Hippolyta's life. "Do you get on with your grandfather?" she asked the girl.