All Len had to hear was the old gag: "We've never lost a father yet." His child was not even born and it was thoroughly unbearable!
isn't it?" Berry glanced at the wall midway between himself and Len, then shuffled some file cards rather nervously. "Now. Have we had any soreness in our stomach?"
"Yes. He's been kicking me black and blue."
Berry misinterpreted Moira's brooding glance at Len, and his eyebrows twitched involuntarily.
"The baby," said Len. "The baby kicks her."
Berry coughed. "Any headaches? Dizziness? Vomiting? Swelling in our legs or ankles?"
"All rightie. Now let's just find out how much we've gained, and then we'll get up on the examination table."
Berry drew the sheet down over Moira's abdomen as if it were an exceptionally fragile egg. He probed delicately with his fat fingertips, then used the stethoscope.
"Those X-rays," said Len. "Have they come back yet?"
"Mm-hm," said Berry. "Yes, they have." He moved the stethoscope and listened again.
"Did they show anything unusual?" Len asked.
Berry's eyebrows twit
A precocious, telepathic fetus starts by telling his future mother what to do, then takes over his parents' lives.
It's a fairly funny story, I enjoyed the part where the parents were discussing the plot of the novel the kid was dictating.
The characters are generic people, but the plotting carries the story.