Laura told her that she was glowing – but I couldn’t see it.
Plus, even if she was glowing, it could be a heap of things. It’s not necessarily a baby.
Right?
Mmm-hmm.
Radon.
Radium.
Uranium.
An unusually high concentration of phosphorescent chemicals.
Some sort of demonic possession.
Yup!
See?
…
I really hope it’s a boy.