Amelia looked at herself in the mirror. She turned one way, and then another. She pushed her stomach out and she sucked her stomach in.
Quite honestly, if she ate a nice, big meal, she looked about the same. It wasn’t that she looked so terribly big, but if she tied a ribbon just above her waist, she did look just a little bit pregnant.
“George!” she called. “George, come here!”
George came running into the bathroom. “Yes, Amelia? Are you all right?”
Then George stopped short and just stared at her.
“Well?” she asked, spreading her arms wide. “Do you think I look…”
“Pregnant!” George said. “My goodness, Amelia!”
Amelia couldn’t help but smile. She wasn’t looking very pregnant, but it was starting to be noticeable, and that was an exciting thought! She intended to enjoy this!
One afternoon, Amelia decided to visit Patricia Johns’s mother. Mama Johns was such a nice lady, and she gave Amelia wonderful insights into working with Patricia.
Mama Johns was delighted to see Amelia, and she gasped and exclaimed over just how pregnant she was looking already, and that pleased Amelia to no end.
“You are just the most adorable frog,” Mama Johns said. “And I’m sure you’re hungry. You’re eating for two, after all. Can I get you… let me see… How about some potato chips? I keep them on hand for my grandson, but I’m sure he won’t mind sharing.”
“That sounds wonderful!” Amelia said. “I’ve been craving potato chips lately.”
“That’s a very good sign,” Mama Johns said.
“Is it?” Amelia asked. “What does it mean?”
“You’re craving salt. When an expectant mother craves salt, it means the child will be intelligent,’ Mama Johns replied.
“Really…” Amelia had not heard that, but it did sound very scientifically accurate.
“What did you crave when you were pregnant with Patricia?”
“Roast beef,” Mama Johns said. “I’ve been told that when you crave large cuts of meat, your child will be stubborn.”
“Oh no!” Amelia said.
“Oh, it’s not so bad,” Mama Johns replied. “Because stubborn children become confident adults. The first twenty years are tough, but after that, it’s clear sailing.”
“Mama Johns, I’m so glad you have all of this scientific information,” Amelia said.
“You come by any time and I’ll tell you all I know!” Mama Johns said. “There’s more where that came from!”
“It’s not fair that you get to do the pedalling and I can’t!” Amelia said. “George, come on, let me have a turn!”
“You are pregnant, Amelia!” George said firmly. “I forbid you.”
“You can’t forbid me!” Amelia laughed.
“Well, I can try…” George muttered.
“You get in the back,” Amelia said. “Let me just try…”
So George got into the seat in the back, and Amelia hopped up on the seat in the front, and they set off together. The pedalling not really very hard. George hollered out instructions from behind…
“Watch that road! Slow down here… I think that car is coming our way, Amelia… Watch out for that pedestrian! Amelia, watch out!”
By the time Amelia pulled to a stop in front of the apartment building, George’s heart was hammering and he staggered out of the back seat. He looked clammy and for a couple of minutes he just lay on the ground collecting his wits.
“I think I’m getting tired now,” Amelia said. “You can pedal now, if you want, George.”
“I think that would be best…” he agreed weakly.
And Amelia settled herself into the back for a leisurely springtime ride through the streets of their town. George did much better when he was doing the pedalling, she had to admit.
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