I'm on the phone, with my aunt, with the news.

"That's wonderful, sweetheart!" she says.

"Thanks! It's, um, a little earlier than we had planned. For the first time in our lives we're ahead of schedule. By, y'know, three or four years."

"How's Joanne feeling?"

"A little sick. She's doing pretty good."

"Well, congratulations!"

"Thanks!"

And there's a pause.

"So have you guys figured out what keeps causing this?" she asks.