Vinyl watched as Octavia paced the waiting room anxiously. The grey mare had been jumpy all day, though Vinyl couldn't see why. Though it was a bit exciting, and if she had still been working, Vinyl knew her dj buddies would be placing bets on whether it would be a filly or a colt, Vinyl really wasn't freaking out.

"Octy, calm down. You're not event the one doing this. Geez," Vinyl stood up, blocking Octavia from pacing.

"I know, but I'm excited. I want to know if your dreams were right, if it is a filly, and besides, I can't wait to get some more gender specific clothes. Yellow is such an icky colour." Octavia wrinkled up her nose, thinking of all how awful a foal with Vinyl's mane would look wearing yellow.

"There are other colours out there, you know. And not all blue things say 'it's a colt' across them, you know." Vinyl rolled her eyes.

"Ms. Scratch?" A nurse called from the doorway. Both mares jumped and stood up quickly. "This way, please. The doctor will be with you in a moment," she said sweetly.

Moments later a creamy orange unicorn with a pink and white mane stepped into the room. "Hello, Vinyl Scratch, is it?"

"Yes'm," Vinyl nodded, suddenly as nervous as her partner.

"Why don't you have a seat right here while I prepare the spell," the doctor, whose name was, according to the tag, Surehoof said kindly, noting the couple's nervous glances. "This won't hurt a bit, so don't fret. I've got to give you this shot to help me see clearly."

"No!" Vinyl scooted backwards in the chair, clinging to Octavia's hoof.

"She has an irrational fear of needles," Octavia explained. "Can you do it without?"

"Probably. I've never tried before, but I suppose it's possible," Surehoof said, frowning slightly. "Alright, we'll try it. But it may not work."

Vinyl squeezed her eyes shut but kept a firm hold on Octavia's hoof as the doctor began the spell. Soon enough, Octavia began to see Vinyl's skin becoming slightly translucent. As the spell was finished, they were able to see the foal completely, Vinyl's abdomen was almost invisible.

Octavia squeezed Vinyl's hoof. "You can open your eyes now. Look!"

Dr Surehoof circled Vinyl skeptically. "It's definitely a unicorn filly. And she's healthy, as far as I can tell. But there's just on thing. It has doesn't appear to have a tail."

Octavia peered at the little creature. "My Celestia, you're right," she marveled.

"What? Of course it has a tail! Nopony is born without a tail," Vinyl interrupted, looking concerned. "It's right there, I can see it. It's just... short, that's all. Mine was when I was born."

The doctor followed where Vinyl was pointing. "I certainly hope you're right. A pony without a tail would certainly be odd. But I can't hold the spell much longer, not without the shot, so if you want to look for longer, you'll just have to wait a month, alright?"

"Alright. Thank you, Dr. Surehoof." Vinyl sat up as her stomach regained it's normal colour. "Let's go, Octy. Didn't you want to get some pink stuff for the poor thing?"

"Yes, I did. And we should get some pink sheets for the crib, and such, don't you think?" Octavia was off, excited to have more to do in the coming month. She couldn't wait to foal-proof the house, as well, even though they both knew the filly wouldn't be doing anything more then eating and sleeping for the first few months, but still. Octavia was bound to be an over-protective mother.

"Oh, Celestia, what have I gotten myself into?" Vinyl asked the doctor as she followed her marefriend out of the hospital.

"I really think the crib should go here, and the changing table there, instead of vice versa, don't you?" Octavia said, barely glancing at Vinyl Scratch.

Vinyl sighed. Octavia had been rearranging the furniture ever since they'd come home from the third clothes-shopping outing that month. "Do you really need to do that again?" She asked wearily, biting into her fourth pretzel that afternoon.

"Yes. We should be able to see her at all times, especially when she's asleep. You never know what might happen." Octavia warned her. "I just can't decide whether the left corner of the room or the right is more visible from the bed. Hey! You're sitting on the bed now, what do you think?"

"I think you should settle down, 'Tav. You've turned our bedroom upside down five times already-- isn't that enough?"

"No."

Vinyl sighed. It was going to be a long afternoon.

"I've decided. The crib has go to be where our bed is, that's the only place where we can see her from the other rooms, too. So I'm going to switch them. Then we can go to bed, okay?"

"It's already half past midnight. You can move the bed later. We still have a month, you know."

Octavia looked over at Vinyl, who was stretched out on the bed, looking extremely bored.

"I'm sorry, Vinyl. I guess I did go a little over the top there," she said sheepishly, yawning. "Celestia, I'm tired. I guess spending an afternoon shoving furniture around isn't very good for me."

"That sounds kinda like what I said four hours ago, dontcha think?" Vinyl raised one eyebrow at Octavia in an I-told-you-so way that made Octavia smile slightly.

"I'm hungry all the sudden," Octavia observed as her stomach grumbled. "I don't think I've eaten since we got back from the mall. You want anything?"

"Nah. I just ate," Vinyl answered. "I offered you some, but you were too busy being the pony version of a tornado."