"It was," he said awkwardly. "Really, it was." Now what? He couldn't just sit here and talk about this with her, could he? Rising from his spot on the sofa, Sam raked a hand through his hair and moved over to the window. Distractedly checking it for a moment, both to make sure that it was properly secured and so that he wouldn't just be standing around looking uncomfortable. When he felt that it was okay, he turned to look back at Heather.
"So, ah, I don't wanna linger or anything, but..." He moved forward and gestured toward her stomach. "We've got an appointment next Friday. Three. Thought you should know."