"I don't know." It's a little sheepish, and she looks over at him with a shrug. "It--is it weird? Suddenly it feels weird. I think I'm having another attack of, 'oh my God I'm going to be a MOM,' except this time I'm..." She stops, and tires to find the words, frowning.

"...You're...better, I think, or going to be better...at all of this, or--or the way people think of doing this as normal--than I am. And I just...I guess I saw it and tried to picture my mother having one, and I...felt like I was one more step from--from something. Mom-like." She makes a face at the words as they come out of her mouth, because it's not really what she means, but--she doesn't have the words for what she does mean.

And it's closer than she wants to admit, anyway.