Lily was hot. She was bothered. She was hot and bothered, if you will, and she was also about the size of a blimp. James was trying to help, but really, he hadn't a clue what he was going through, and it was starting to tick her off. Immensely.
What's more, it was time. And it HURT. Stupid magical baby had to start sending sparks at her body. Why couldn't it just make evil contractions like a normal baby? "Sometimes I wish I was a muggle," she muttered, but she knew she was happy just the way things were.