The following morning Dorothy and Rose come in to see Blanche. She is wide awake and waiting for them.
"Good morning," Blanche greets them as they try to sneak in quietly, expecting her to still be asleep.
"You're awake," Rose says dumbly.
"Yes,"
"We were so worried about you," Dorothy says as she sits down next to Blanche.
"Are you alright?" Rose asks.
"Yes I'm fine,"
"What happened?" Dorothy asks.
"I just got a little worked up I guess,"
"I know that much. I mean why did that land you in the hospital," Dorothy clarifies.
"I had a panic attack, and I passed out,"
"But aren't they keeping you here for a week?" Rose asks.
"Yes,"
"Why?" Rose asks in a child-like manner.
"For observation,"
"Blanche what's really going on?" Dorothy questions.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Blanche admits.
"Sure we would," Dorothy promises.
"I'm pregnant,"
Dorothy and Rose look at each other and burst out laughing.
"No really Blanche what's going on?" Dorothy asks after she catches her breath.
"I'm serious,"
"Blanche come on," Dorothy scowls.
Blanche grabs the picture off of her night stand and hands it to Dorothy. Before any of the women can say anything the doctor walks in.
"Miss Devereaux I'm sorry to interrupt, but I need to take you down to ultrasound,"
"Ok,"
Blanche gets in a wheelchair and the doctor wheels her down the hall to the ultrasound room. Rose and Dorothy just sit in Blanche's room in silence while she is gone.
In the ultrasound room:
Everything is normal as the doctor nears the end of his ultrasound. They both stay quiet during the process.
"You gave us quite a scare last night, but everything is fine both with you and the baby,"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes ma'am everything is fine,"
"Good,"
"Everything looks normal. I'd say that you're about fourteen weeks along which puts your due date around the 26th of March,"
"Oh,"
"Miss Devereaux before I have the nurse take you back to your room I have to ask do you want to know what it is?"
"Want to know what what is?"
"Do you want to know what the baby is?"
"I don't follow,"
"Do you want to know the gender of your baby?"
"Oh I don't care,"
"Would that be a yes or a no?"
"A yes,"
"Congratulations you're having a girl,"
"Thank you,"she replies graciously.
The doctor sends Blanche back to her room. When the nurse wheels her back into the room Dorothy and Rose just stare at her. She gets back into her bed, and they continue to stare at her.
"Well don't stare at me like I'm some sort of leper or something, it's just rude," she tells them.
"Sorry,"Rose apologizes.
"Yeah me too," Dorothy adds.
"So are you really having a baby?" Rose asks.
"Yes," Blanche replies.
"Seriously? Are you sure?" Dorothy wonders skeptically.
"Yes I'm sure. If you don't believe me look at the picture over there," she instructs.
Sophia hands them the picture.
"That's what it looks like?" Rose wonders.
"Yes that's what it looks like," Blanche replies.
"Rose you have it upside down," Dorothy tells her.
"Oh," Rose turns the picture around, "I guess that looks more like a baby now."
"So you're going to have a baby huh?" Dorothy half-smiles.
"Yeah,"
"Are you going to find out what it is?" Rose asks.
"No,"
"Why not?" Sophia questions.
"The doctor just told me,"
"Oh so what is it?" Sophia asks.
"I'm not telling you,"
"Can we guess?" Rose wonders.
"Sure but I still might not tell you,"
"It's a boy," Rose guesses.
"Dorothy what do you think?" Blanche asks.
"Just because you like them so much I'm going to guess a boy,"
"You're both idiots, it's a girl," Sophia tells them.
"How did you know that?" Blanche wonders.
"Intuition,"
"Ma!" Dorothy exclaims not believing her.
"Ok, I overheard the doctor," she admits.
"So it's a girl?" Dorothy asks.
"Uh huh,"
"Blanche?"
"Yes Rose,"
"Whose..." before she can finish her sentence Dorothy covers Rose's mouth.
Blanche answers anyway already knowing what the question was going to be, "I don't know who it is,"
"Do you have any idea?"
"Not really," Blanche replies to Dorothy.
"So when should we expect this little one to arrive?"
"The end of March,"