A sometimes amusing, often foolish description of the ten (lunar) months of pregnancy. ""Either by fault, foul-up, forgotten pill, or fancy, a baby is on the way."" One of the things you want to consider is ""Should we get married?"" If you are married, ""you don't have to faint nowadays to let your husband know."" Anyway, he'll realize when he ""finds that you spend all your waking hours in the bathroom vomiting."" Amid the punning, alliteration, and other levities, there is some sensible advice on working while pregnant, hobbies, sex, accidents, and pets along with the usual information about eggs and sperm; and the description of the complications of pregnancy is precise and thorough. But natural childbirth is ""a fad,"" a postmature baby is ""a real drag,"" and the good doesn't redeem the bad.