I'm sorry, I can't, I don't know, it's not easy, I don't even know why it isn't happening.

Once he calls me, like last time, I want him to be healthy.

He'll be stressed for nine months or eight and a half months, and he'll be beautiful for me.

And I don't know about how we're going to tell Anna, we'll just wait until the very last possible moment, probably.

Just tell me when I'm pregnant, how I'm going to tell Anna.

I don't even want to wait a minute.

Huh? No, I'm just switching modes in my head.

Huh? Seriously?

You're shaking, you're always picking on me.

I don't know, what, I'm not trying to argue, I'm just trying to...