Names ... Need names ... Where's that cursed book?
By the way, thank you
honey.
It's lovely.
Names ... Ah! There's the book. Now where's my overnight bag? Wait. Do I need an overnight bag? There's not exactly a hospital to rush to, now is there? No. No overnight bag, then.
Names. I need to pick names. Must start looking.
*flops down in bed and starts thumbing through the Elvish Naming Guide for the Pregnant Mary Sue, scribbling notes in immaculate calligraphy on a scrap of fine paper with a quill that magically renews its own ink*
By Eru, I feel awful.