"Indeed? Well, it's a lucky thing that I'm married, as well!" Rhonda pulled her arm away from Maryanne, in order to flash her wedding ring. "And as for my 'aspirin size jugs' - well, obviously I don't have to worry about those so much right now...!" She gestured almost violently at her breasts, which were indeed already swollen with milk and colostrum for the baby that was coming -- oh so very soon...! "Besides which: I'm not even having sex with my husband right now, because I'm too damned big to even be comfortable at any point...!"
She grimaced, and then rubbed the arm that Maryanne had grabbed so roughly. "And as for you - sorry, sir," and here the grimace turned apologetic, as she looked up at Steven. "I mean, I really am sorry about this -- little scene that your friend just had to start, apparently...! Because -- well, I don't even know why, quite honestly!" She pulled another face at Maryanne, and then turned to leave, saying "Goodbye, sir! Good luck with the groceries..." to Steve as she walked away....