Morag's brows drew together as she made a face. He was right. It annoyed the daylights out of her, but he was right. 'I know, I know,' she said sourly.
She looked up at Antonin, torn between wanting him to believe her and wanting him to be right. She didn't know what to think. She'd been so sure it was the baby, but nothing she'd read indicated it was possible. There wasn't a wealth of wizarding pregnancy materials to read, of course, but surely one of them would have mentioned it if it were a possibility. But she'd ask Heather. She was due for another visit, and she'd do it the next day.
'Well, I didn't mean to get attacked this time,' she pointed out grumpily. She shook her head crossly. 'No, there hasn't....'
She nodded. 'Maybe I'll take a bath in the tub,' she mumbled. 'Or a nap.' Something to release some of the tension she was still carrying.