With a heavy sigh, Faye shakes her head fervently before slumping slightly over the table, deep breath in, deep breath out. "No, I've done more than enough lying down lately," she insists, frowning. "It's not good for the—"

Somehow, it's hard to get the words out, and that just makes Faye roll her eyes harder at herself.

"I'm pregnant, not coming down with the plague," she says, not sure whether or not it's relief that rises up the back of her neck once the words are out.