What happens when a 20-something who is 31 weeks pregnant is asked to speak in front of a crowd of 120+ geriatrics?

Preggo: "So, that concludes my presentation. Any questions?"

Old lady in cat sweater vest: "Is this your first baby?"

Preggo: "No, my second."

Gentleman up front, with the light-sensitive glasses that darken in the sun: "When are you due?"

Preggo: "March."

Silver haired firecracker in back: "Is it a boy...or a girl?"

Yeah. This is SO not what I am here for.