As you clutch your belly and prepare for whatever most likely unpleasant thing to come, a voice calls out from behind you.
"Hey, perv! You can't get your jollies here; it's a public area! Now get out of here before I call the cops!"
The voice is distinctly female. You groan, partly from the pain and partly because you know you're going to have to make an embarrassing plea for help. You slowly turn around and take your hands off your belly.
"Look, please. I'm not a perv! I need help. There's someth-"
The woman averts her gaze. "You sure do need help!" she screams. "You think I want to see any of your fat, naked body?!"
"No, listen!" you plead. "There's something in me--in my... stomach. I don't--agh!" Your knees buckle as you feel another strong kick and pain, dropping you to the ground.
The woman turns back toward you, possibly sensing the real pain in your voice. She takes a tentative step closer, eyes fixed on your belly. "You really aren't okay, are you. You do almost look pregnant. Did you eat something weird tonight, maybe?"
But whatever is inside you gives another jolt, which the woman's surprised shriek clearly signifies she saw.
"Oh my god!" she screams. "We need to get you to a hospital or something!"