Relatives are called and relatives are informed.

The response from them all sends fear ricocheting inside Ira's womb:

"You're pregnant! Congratulations! Yes. This boy will be amazing; he will look so good and attract all the girls and get amazing grades."

"I've already decided. He's gonna become a doctor or a lawyer- I don't care what anyone else says."

"What a coincidence! I just found a navy boy's suit at the tailor's shop yesterday! Trust me, he will look stunning in it!"

"What are we calling him? Rohan Junior? Akhil? Shray?"

Boy. He. Him.