【明報專訊】Pregnancy is a rarity in today's Hong Kong, but somehow, the status does not entitle me to much privilege. I still squeeze myself on and off the MTR every day, finish approximately the same amount of work, stay up late for the free cheap flights available at midnight and bemoan the ever-rising food prices. When time comes, I'll compete against everyone who needs medical services for a spot to deliver the city's much needed baby. Not long later, my child will participate in the unending scramble for resources, and I myself for elderly welfare (or do those not exist at all?). Thinking of it tires me.