She felt like a whale. It wasn't anything like she would have imagined it would be. Mortal women had been having babies for thousands of years and yet she? Looked like a whale. Sam, the wonderful man that he was, insisted that she was beautiful, and she was thankful. She knew better, but she was thankful.
It had been impossible to find anything remotely comfortable and maternityish while out with his mother and so she settled for his sweats only because he was that much bigger than she was. Or had been. It didn't matter. What mattered was that she knew how important it was for Sam to have a name for his son.
And so, she curled up as best she could and smiled at him, her ponytail swinging when she shook her head with laughter at all the snacks he had brought down. "Looks fantastic. So, talk before movie?"