"Pretty much." Debi waited for yet another Braxton-Hicks contraction to fade. "The sooner he or she is born, the happier I'll be. I feel like one of those weird little round fish, what are they, blimpies? Plumpies?"
Junior gave her a particularly hard kick at that point, and she glared down at her belly. "Honestly, would you cut it </i>out</i>? You are not going to do the Alien thing and come out that way!"
Debi sighed, smiled, and gave Padma a rueful look. "Sorry about that. Sold any good books lately?"