Foetal Fantasies

Today, I sat opposite a pregnant woman on the bus...

Mrs. Preggers' Internal Monologue :
"Oh no, what if my son turns out like that bawling blonde brat terrorizing the passengers, sans the beautiful blonde hair? And think about those kids from MINDS we just passed - would any mother love them? Look, here comes a blind man. I doubt I'll love my child as much if he's to be born blind. Now check out that bald guy in front, wearing the ugly grey sackcloth. Nothing else matters, so long as my child doesn't in the least resemble him."