“So when are you due?” the driver asks, eyeing my enormous belly.
“Soon!” I say.
“But it isn’t today, is it?” the driver clarifies fearfully.
“No, I hope not.”
“So what is it?” she asks.
“It’s a boy.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” the driver exclaims. “Every pregnant woman I meet is having a girl. It’s like an epidemic! Good thing you, at least, are having a boy.”
“Erm . . .” I say, unsure of what to contribute to the discussion.

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