The red-head blushes, and whispers back, saying, "Really, then I'm going to have a boy, 'cause I rode on top the whole time."
The two ladies notice the blonde weeping quietly to herself. Completely sympathetic with the hormonal complexities of pregnancy, the brunette and red-head seek to console her, and ask what's wrong.
The blonde chokes over her sobbing, "I, I ...think I'm going to have....puppies!"