Julia, Kate and Stacey were seated in the warm and cosy bar. This bar was different to what Julia had seen before it seemed to be for the upmarket people in the world. It looked like you needed to show your credit rating as you walked in the door. Kate had scored a reservation through a friend she knew, and they were seated in a corner suite starting on their first bottle of champagne with strawberries when Stacey blurted out “I’m not pregnant, again!” Stacey took a huge gulp of champagne. “The ninth month in a row, I’m so sick of it. I mean god what is wrong with me! Will we ever have a baby? Every month we time it right, we do it over and over again in that window of opportunity and then we wait two weeks to see if I get my period and then we do it all again! It’s just too much.” Kate an
