"Surprisingly little. With Thomas, I was-" She glances over at Jax, and swallows thickly before she looks up at Dr. Lahiri and smiles. "With my son, I was so sick. Now, I'm just... tired. I'll fall asleep whenever I can, but it seems to be getting better, too. You know? I mean-" She shakes her head slightly, not knowing if she's got any children and not wanting to pry.

"I know I'm not really showing as much as I maybe should be, but every time they've measured, the baby's the right size, it's just not super obvious." That's the only thing she's worried about right now, really.

Besides, you know, the hanging spectre of the heart defect hanging over them both, but Tara was used to this worry - not just with the two of them, but again and again with various parents that came to her, back in Chicago; the nervousness when it was genetic, if they'd hit the worst lottery possible.