Jake's out behind the bookstore when we get back, bitching at the produce guy over substandard tomatoes. He's interrupted by his cell phone before he can really warm up. It's Lily. Before she can say anything, Jake tells her that the food for the shower is under control. Lily's happy to hear it, but she's actually calling to see whether Jake will take Zoe to get a shower gift that evening. Jake's already got Lamaze class that night, so Lily asks whether he can do it first thing in the morning, since he has to pick up the cake anyway. Lily has an interesting concept of what it means to throw a party, doesn't she? "Yessir, ma'am!" Jake snides into the phone. He clicks it off before Lily can get out her thanks. Judy wanders outside and asks why they're getting a produce shipment when they don't open for another week. By way of explanation, Jake says, "Yeah, I agreed to do the food for the baby shower." Ms. Judy Business wants to know who's going to pay for it. "I guess I am," Jake answers. Feeling like a Scrooge, Judy says they'll work something out. Jake heads inside to take care of yet another thing just as Tiffany weebles outside. "Don't forget!" she chirps at him. He mutters, "I know, I know, Lamaze class."

Tiffany asks Judy whether something is wrong -- she can sense some tension between Judy and Jake. Judy mumbles that she has an appointment, and climbs into her car, muttering that the tension will work itself out. Tiffany stands next to the car, scarfing cheese curds and blabbering, "I think there's a really strong karmic ribbon between you two. Like, you were in a past life together." Judy looks nonplussed. "You do?" she asks flatly. Tiffany bubbles, "The more pregnant I get, the more clearly I can see all these connections." Judy takes a deep breath and breaks it to the loony girl: "You know, Tiffany, not everything has a cosmic significance. Sometimes people just don't get along." Tiffany pops another curd as she considers this. Then she dismisses it: "I don't see how that can be true." Of course she doesn't.

Cut to Judy in a paper gown, perched on an examining table. A female gynecologist consults her charts and asks whether Judy has had any trouble with her birth-control pills. She then asks whether Judy needs a refill. Judy hesitates, then says, "Yeah, I guess so." Dr. Pap gets ready to leave, asking Judy whether there's anything else. Judy says no, then musters the courage to stop the doctor at the door to stammer a question about maybe wanting to have a baby someday. She wants to know how much time she has left, and whether she should start thinking about the old turkey baster. Doctor Pap breaks the news that most women's egg quality starts to go downhill as they approach forty, but that doesn't mean Judy's beyond fertility yet. She says they could screen Judy to see how her eggs are doing.