Does This Make Me a Grandma Already?

So I'm driving down the road the other day, and Ellison starts telling me from the back seat, "My baby is due to be born" (where on earth did my 2 1/2 yr old pick up the lingo? A SPONGE I tell you!). Then I hear several grunts (think a woman in labor), and look in the rearview mirror attachment to see her gritting her little teeth with her lips open (again, think a woman in labor), repeating, "Push! Push!". I think I was still speechless, 'cause she repeated again that her baby was due to be born. The poor thing was having a tough labor it seems; she then plainly told me "My baby won't come". Oh my. Can you tell she likes to watch medical shows and "A Baby Story"?! I seriously have tried changing the channel when it comes to the medical stuff, but she throws a fit. Maybe we have a future OB-GYN on our hands. She's very in tune to pregnancy at this stage - the very same day she lifted up her shirt with a perplexed look on her face saying, "God didn't put a baby in my tummy." I'm working on some subliminal tapes to play while she's napping - "Not until you're married, not until you're married..."