Berry coughed. "Any headaches? Dizziness? Vomiting? Swelling in our legs or ankles?"
"No."
"All rightie. Now let's just find out how much we've gained, and then we'll get up on the examination table."
Berry drew the sheet down over Moira's abdomen as if it were an exceptionally fragile egg. He probed delicately with his fat fingertips, then used the stethoscope.
"Those X-rays," said Len. "Have they come back yet?"
"Mm-hm," said Berry. "Yes, they have." He moved the stethoscope and listened again.
"Did they show anything unusual?" Len asked.
Berry's eyebrows twitched a polite question.
"We've been having a little argument," Moira said in a strained voice, "about whether this is an ordinary baby or not."
Berry took the stethoscope tubes away from his ears. He gazed at Moira like an anxious spaniel.