She couldn't argue with that. "I'm going to make sure this baby knows exactly what hell he or she put me through," she said teasingly, though she didn't really mean it. But for some reason, that just made the tears start falling again. "I'm so happy, John. I don't know why I can't stop crying." The pickle helped immensely, and she hummed appreciatively and reached for the jar, wanting another. "And I swear these have never tasted so good..."