While the other woman spoke, Amy rummaged in her back for her agenda and a pen. Flipping to the date, she made a note of the diet restrictions. They were a lot better than some of the things Cosmo prescribed, not to mention Weight Watchers.
At her last comment, Amy paused, pen poised above the page. "I really want to have a child. And I think the sooner I do... the better it will be." If she didn't hurry, Hugh could go back to Sarah. He could leave her. "There are pills to prevent pregnancy. Hasn't anyone invented the opposite yet?"