"Sometime in August. We don't know if it's a boy or a girl, and we're not sure we want to yet. It's more fun that way, plus my mother can't offer me suggestions on names." Debi rolled her eyes again. It was almost funny, except that Mum kept threatening to fly over "to help out when the baby's born." She was pretty sure she knew exactly what *that* meant, and she was equally sure that "M'Lord, she drove me crazy so I chucked her out the window" wouldn't fly in a British courtroom.
"So - you're a first-hand source. What else should I use besides the cream? Right now I feel terrific and Zach can't keep his hands off me, but later on - "