She remembered back to a time when she had Another One on her hip, and was already beginning to show with Also, and the Salt Man had quipped that all a man had to do was take his pants off in her vicinity and she was pregnant. It wasn't quite that bad, but some would say close to it.

There is a thing about women, they understand their bodies more than men do, or at the very least, they understand something's about them. Some women claim to know the exact moment of conception, which if they wished to believe that, who was she to argue with them? She had a fairly good idea when this new baby that she carried was conceived. It has to do with a night of unbridled passion, the stars above, the earth below, and the two of them in a world of their own between the two.

There were going to be those that will tsk, tsk and whisper behind her back. Let them. There will be those that will shake their heads in disbelief. Let them. There will be those that will think it is too soon, out of concern for how hard having children can be on a woman's body. She loves them, but she feels fine. The sky has chosen to bless them again with a child and she was happy. But, she was actually thinks that perhaps Ba'atar is the one that is the most thrilled. He already has visions of another son to carry on after him. The skies would never, ever pull a cruel trick of sending him a daughter.

She has her reservations, but he just has this way of making them go away. In his mind, the sky loves him, and because the sky loves him, she will not allow anything bad to happen to him, and by virtue of that……nothing will happen to her either. How is that for logic?

And they say that women are complicated.