Morag smiled, feeling a little shy about it. 'Thank you,' she said. It wasn't like she'd done anything herself, been actively involved or the like, since she hadn't even known she was pregnant. Then she almost snorted. Of course she'd been actively involved! She just hadn't realized the extent of it, at the time.
She took the bottle of potion and slipped it into a pocket. 'We'll arrange to come back soon, I'm sure,' she said. 'But other than to find out whether it's a boy or a girl, when do I need to be back to see you?' she asked.
Three months. She was going to have a baby in three months.... She couldn't quite get her mind around it.
Her stomach growled. 'Oh!' she cried. 'Should I be worried that I'm eating more than usual? I mean, a lot more than usual? Am I gaining too much weight?' she asked. 'Can I still train? Or...' she frowned, 'at least get some exercise?' She supposed the little mound she'd thought was just too much tummy actually had a purpose, but she didn't want to overdo.