Let’s Make A Baby

"AAAHHHH"

"Honey, wake up. It's just a dream."

"Oh My God! It's the same one. I can't shake it."

"It's okay, sweetheart, I've got you, it'll be alright."

"But ... thank you ... why is this happening?"

"How far did it get this time?”

"To the delivery room and after an hour of trying they decided my hips were too small and were starting a cesarean."

"But you're not ... We're not pregnant. We've talked, but haven't decided yet."

“But, the dream is so vivid!”

"You're worried about me and you're trying to take it all on yourself.."

"After what your sister went through, I worry about it all the time."

“That was a fluke. Bobs whole family is huge, Janet should have expected a huge baby. It was eleven and a half pounds.”

“But, she almost died and can’t have any more. We want two and if it happens to me ... us ... we won’t be able too and I...us...you... might die? I don’t think I’d want to go on without you.”

“Sean Ian Gordon, we are together for life, I won’t die. Janet knew and went for natural anyway. if the doctor thinks ours is, too big we’ll plan for the caesarean. It’ll be okay.”

“I’m glad I got the smarter McWhirter twin.”

“Go back to sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.”

“I love you, Shelly. Want to talk about it now? How about we give it a go and hope for the best?”

“Idiot! Is that all you ever think about? Stop it! Go back to sleep.”

“How about...”

“Don’t do that! ... Want to lose that hand?”

“No, dear. But...”

“No!”

“What if I ...”

“No! Go to sleep!”

“You like this . . .”

“For gods sake. Okay, stud, lets make a baby. That always puts you to sleep.”

“What?”