One month later-
 
Octavia hasn’t changed on the outside, but inside a small life is taking form. The first month has dragged on, and so has the mother-to-be. She ran to the bathroom down the hall and emptied her stomach from last night’s dinner. The sound of her vomiting woke up the DJ-PON3, and the tired mare rolled out of bed, tossed her headphones off, and went to check on her friend. (And to pee)  
When she got there, Octavia was staggering out of the bathroom. Vinyl quickly got into the latrine before Ivory could, because she could hear his hooves slide across the carpet floor.
 
“Sweet Celestia!” Vinyl cried upon seeing the mess left behind by her best friend.
 
“Sorry.” Octavia said groggily.
 
“Are you alright, darling?” Ivory asked.
 
“No.”