Seymour woke up that morning with a severe headache. He grabbed his head, walking downstairs for breakfast. Despite his headache, he went to work as usual. Two weeks later, Seymour again woke up with a pain. But this time, it wasn't a headache. It was morning sickness. Seymour rushed to the bathroom, vomiting in the toilet. He stopped and flushed, brushing his teeth thoroughly. Seymour decided that he could not go to work today. He called up Gary.

"Gary, I'm sick. I can't go to work today."

"But you're the only principal we have."

"You'll just have to find someone else. I feel terrible."

Gary sighed. "Very well." He hung up his cell phone. Seymour felt very tired and headed back to bed. He slept for a few hours before waking up again. Suddenly, Seymour started to have cravings. He ate waffles with whipped cream and bananas. After he finished eating, Seymour began to wonder...

"Why was I sick this morning? And why do I feel so tired? And why am I having... oh egads! No, this is impossible. I can't possibly be-"

"-pregnant."

"I don't understand, Dr. Hibbert. Isn't this biologically impossible?"

Dr. Hibbert nodded.

"Then how is this happening?"

The doctor shrugged. Seymour sighed.

"Well, when am I due?"

"I'd assume in 9 months, like any female pregnancy."

"Okay... only 9 months. Only 9 months..."

"Can you please leave now, Mr. Skinner?"

"Oh! Of course. My apologies." Seymour left the hospital. He drove back to his mother's house. Seymour had no idea how he was going to explain this to her... or Gary. He went inside. Agnes was sitting in the living room. Seymour walked to his mother.

"Mother, I have to tell you something. Something... very important."

Agnes sighed. "What now, Seymour?"

"Well... you won't believe this, but I'm..." Seymour took a deep breath.

"I'm pregnant."

Agnes placed a palm on her face. "Now Spanky, what did I tell you? Girls have babies, not boys. You should know that by now."

"But Mother, the doctor said I was pregnant. I have all of the symptoms. Morning sickness, fatigue, cravings..."

"Oh my God! You're right! But... how?"

"Well, not even the doctor knew. Didn't you always want a grandchild though, Mother?"

"Not like this!"

Seymour sighed. Nine months passed, and Seymour was ready to give birth at any moment. He had told Gary, and Gary was equally as shocked. Despite that, Chalmers was excited to be a father again. He already had a teenage daughter named Shauna with his deceased wife. That night, Seymour was rushed to the hospital; he was giving birth! Hours passed, and finally, Seymour gave birth to a baby girl. Her umbilical cord was cut, and they cleaned her up. Seymour got a better look a his daughter; she resembled him the most, but she had Gary's ear shape and hair type. Her hair was chocolate brown like Seymour's once was, but had Gary's wavy hair. The baby girl was unusually quiet and was asleep. Seymour held her close, still in pain. Suddenly, Agnes and Gary entered the room. Skinner smiled.

"She looks just like you, Seymour," Gary said. "What's her name?"

"I haven't decided, yet. I was hoping you'd help me choose."

"How about Emma?" Gary suggested.

"Emma Chalmers. I like it, Gary," Seymour replied.

The next day, Seymour left the hospital with Emma. They went to Seymour's mother's house; they were staying there, for now. Seymour put his daughter in her crib, which was once his. He yawned and headed to bed.