At my final prenatal checkup before labor, I ran into Emily at the hospital. She was there for the same reason.She looked me up and down, eyeing my increasingly swollen body, and burst into laughter."Hannah, it's only been a few months. How did you turn into this? Anyone who didn’t know better would think you’d been fed like livestock."I stared at her without a flicker of emotion and replied coldly, "Thanks for the well wishes. My baby will be just like a little pig—fair and chubby. Yours, though, might not be so lucky."My words hit a nerve. Emily flew into a rage, pointing at me and shouting in the hospital hallway, "Hannah, let's see how long you can stay smug! You really think you'll make it through childbirth? When the time comes, you and that baby of yours will—"She cut herself off halfway through, realizing she had said too much, and clamped her mouth shut.After a long pause, she forced out another line, "Fine. Then, I hope your baby really does turn out fair and chub
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