Her: Listen, mister. Just because I’m a few days overdue does NOT mean you get a pass on Mother’s Day. I’m still gonna be a mom, whenever this little meatball decides to roll on out of me. Which means I still want my Mother’s Day cake...mmm...cake...and my Mother’s Day sexies...mmm...sexies...and cake...so...get cracking, buster.

    Her (v/o): I know my co-worker Geri has been admiring my belly for months. I always catch her eyes lingering around my midsection as I’ve grown. I’d like to tell her that it’s OK if she’d like to rub my belly. In fact, I’d really like it if she did. But I don’t know how to tell her that without sounding...I don’t know...strange...I think she has to feel the same way; like she doesn’t want to make me uncomfortable. If only we could spend a little time together outside the office...