"That would be nice," Ang smiled again, "I know I'm just being a pest right now, but, I really don't want anything to go wrong and we've been so lucky so far, both with Gavin and this one, and I keep thinking about my mother, and it just, all gets on top of me?"
She could still remember her mother's desperation, the pain and misery each miscarriage had caused, and of course, the night both her parents had died, while going out to celebrate a pregnancy that was considered "safe from miscarriage" at last. Trying to lighten her own mood she tilted her head to one side, "Do we still have that massage oil with the lavender in it?"