My wife told me she was pregnant today. Not because we'd ever in a million years have been able to afford a test in a hospital, but because her reliable period was seven weeks overdue and her nausea she'd been suffering from is apparently morning sickness. At first I was almost as ill. Another mouth to feed. Another person to look after. One more human being to be subjected to an Earth no one should be part of. But the selfish part of me is starting to obsess over the little unborn child who will be a part of me and my wife.