Hmm. Maybe not a woman, then, or at least not biologically. Not that it mattered; she was just curious. "In a month," she said, beaming. "And let me tell you, I am so sick of being pregnant. It'll be worth it-- we're having a little girl, and she's going to be so beautiful. But I am sick of it." She ran a hand over her belly. "Andy-- that's our son-- he's shaky on it, but Ivy says he's going to be okay, and I trust her."