Telinda snorts at Bertha, "It's not my fault I'm getting fat!" she sulks helping herself to a glass of juice, "And don't you dare comment to that as well! You neither" she remakrs to Farin and Corbyn.

Corbyn sits back with his mug of klah, awarding Telinda with his very best neutral-healer-type face.

Farin's smirk at Bertha's comment is quickly wiped from his face as Telinda speaks to him.

Telinda flumps down in the chair, "And don't try that healer-face on me, Corbyn, you neither Farin." She squidges down, wriggling to get comfortable, "And it's still not confirmed yet!"

Corbyn enquires, all meekness, "Confirmed which, weyrlady?"

Telinda wrinkles her nose and mumbles "Pregnancy" into her glass. Hopefully noone will hear it! It's not like she doesn't want it, it's just refusing to believe it's actually true!

Corbyn trades a long look at Farin, and draws a slow sip of his klah. "Faranth forbid," he drawls. "You're just not getting enough exercise."

Farin gives a slight nod of agreement.

Telinda grins and nods, "That's what I told Tiarnath! And K'laarn! And Rnayth! And well, everyone!" The fact they don't believe her she leaves unsaid.

Corbyn shrugs and gives Telinda a speculative look. "So why're you worried, then? I mean, so you're getting overweight. I doubt your lifemate or weyrmate would mind." (Amazing how he can say the most awful things when in healer mode, but be so shy otherwise.)

Farin lets Corbyn explain sipping his klah as he watches.

Telinda shrugs, "I don't know" she says quietly, "It's not like I haven't had a gold taking up all the room she can manage on the hatching sands for Faranth knows how long, but.." she trails off, frowning for a moment, then shakes her head, "No, can't be."

Corbyn says "But what?"

Telinda looks around the Weyrhall and then leans closer to the Healers, lowering her voice, "I should have been bleeding, at least once, since she's been out there. It's another false one though" she remarks more loudly, sitting back straight in her chair.

Corbyn shrugs to himself and takes another sip of his klah. "So how long's it been, then?"

As Telinda counts them off on her fingers, her frown deepens, especially when she gets to the end of all eight fingers and two thumbs.

Farin continues his watching and his sipping.

Corbyn reaches out to refill his mug, and waits for a reply, though the finger-counting doesn't escape him.

Telinda umms, "Longer than usual!" she comes back with, "Though that's not unusual. I've never been regular since I started riding!"

Corbyn says "How long?"

Telinda's eyes flicker down to her glass, "Ten, eleven, maybe twelve months" she mutters semi-incoherently.

Corbyn frowns. "That's not good, Telinda."

Telinda shrugs, "I wasn't thinking about it much. I came back pretty regular when Tia was on the sands last time."

Farin makes a soft 'hrmm' at that but no more. This one's Corbyn's.

Corbyn sighs inwardly. "Telinda...you should really come in for an exam. If you're not pregnant, then going so long without is a bad sign."

Telinda's face drops a little and she nods, finger idly whirling around a knot on the table, "But if I am?" she murmers quietly.

Corbyn wells, "Then you are."

Telinda nods slowly, "And if I am, I don't need to come in for an exam?"

Corbyn sighs, but replies quietly. "No. If you are, then you should definitely come in for an exam."

Telinda stammers, "But..but..how am I to know? I've been wrong in the past!" No, there's not panic in her voice, not really.

Farin nods to Corbyn. "You'll need to come in either way for Corbyn to be able to tell you which way it is."

Corbyn points out, "That's why you need to come in."

Telinda blanches a few shades lighter under her tan, "But what if I don't want to know either way?"

Farin glances at Corbyn. "Um... I believe that your going to have to know."

Corbyn's soft voice becomes a bit more firm. "At the very least, you owe it to your dragon to find out if you are, one way or another. Your health is vital to her."

Telinda understands that. Yep, Siree. Dragon. Lifemate. She nods, more firmly this time. "I'd never hurt her intentionally!" she remarks, her voice stronger already. She sniffs, wriggling her shoulders back and straighter, almost a different person to the one sat here moments ago. "When?" she asks, looking from Healer to Healer.

Deliya shakes her head awake.

Corbyn nods to himself. At least she's reacting like a rider. (He's learned a few things in the past Turns.) "As soon as may be," he replies.

Telinda doesn't notice Deliya, or might have choosen not to, which is probably best for Deliya considering Telinda's present mood. She nods slowly to Corbyn, "Well, I don't have Tia on the sands no more. And Fall is tomorrow."

Corbyn nods. "Well, then, it had better be today."

Telinda chews her bottom lip and nods, "How do I go about it? I just ask, or what?"

Deliya looks around curiously, wondering if she shouldn't be around for this conversation.

Corbyn counts to ten, inwardly, then replies, "It's not that difficult. I can take care of it here, or we can send for one of the female healers to come over from the Hall if you prefer."

Farin goes back to silently listening and sipping his klah.

Telinda blinks, "Here?! _Here_!? Are you crazy!" she says, gesturing around the room. "At least the infirmary would have some privacy! Female Healer? No need for females, you're all the same aren't you, or is there something I've been missing?"

Corbyn ahs and explains, "I didn't mean in this room, Weyrwoman. I did mean in the infirmary." He'll have a good laugh about this later, in the meantime, he keeps it under control.

Farin raises his mug to cover a smile.

Telinda snorts, "Right! You Healers are a wierd bunch at the best of times. How you can enjoy some of the things you do I'll never know. Now? Later? When?" It's almost like she wants to get it over with before something else happens.

Corbyn lets that slide by. "Right now. Come on..." he sets down his mug and gets up from his seat.

Telinda looks at her juice mug -- well, that's not going to help her much now is it!? -- puts it down on the table, "After you, Healer, just be quick about it, K'laarn's due back from sweeps soon and I'd rather get it done with before he's here fussing away!"

Corbyn nods, and heads onward...glancing back once to see if he is in fact being followed.

Corbyn quietly opens the infirmary door and enters.

You quietly open up the door to the infirmary and enter.

Telinda is following, of course she is, though the way she keeps glancing over her shoulder might be worrying.

Corbyn gathers the few senior apprentices and workers in the room and sends them off to do something elsewhere, with a single look....except for the one tending the critically wounded rider off in one corner of the room.

Telinda nods to the Healer in the corner, smiling a little and waving at the injured rider, though whether he sees her or not is uncertain.

Lecture quietly steps out into the main hall.

Corbyn hands you a gown, telling you how to put it on, and pulls a curtain across an exam table to let you get changed.

Telinda dons the robe rather quickly, and flings her clothes over the curtain rail to least attempt to keep them together and tidy.

Corbyn runs through the exam quickly and professionally, then leaves you to get dressed again.

Telinda takes her time about getting dressed, almost as if she's not wanting to hear the results. Pulling on her boots and nearly tripping over them as she does it standing up, she peers around the curtain, "That it?" she asks.

Corbyn nods. "That's it for the exam," he replies, and comes back in to lean back on a stool, his notes in hand.

Corbyn looks down at his notes for a moment again, then back at you. He gives you a faintly perplexed look.

Telinda frowns, "Well?" she says rather loudly and then gets shushed by the Healer in the corner, "Opps, sorry" she says and then turns back to Corbyn, tapping her foot.

You say "It's another false one, yes?"

Corbyn shakes his head. "No, ma'am...you're pregnant alright. And quite far along, too. You should be due in a month or two. I'm....well, I don't quite understand why your dragon didn't know. But I guess maybe having a hatching of her own might have distracted her."

Telinda's eyes widen and she squeals -- whether delight, anger or what is uncertain. "You mean she was right?! I don't believe you! You sure you checked right? I can't be! It's not possible! A month? Two?! I want a second opinion!"

Corbyn weathers the blast as best he may. "Certainly, ma'am. Would you care to have me call in Farin?"

Telinda sinks down onto the floor, slowly, almost in slow motion. Then, soon after, she starts rocking back and forth, hugging her knees to her, "I can't be, I can't be" she murmers to herself.

Corbyn says "However... I do strongly recommend that you take it easy...don't go Between, or anything," he starts...then frowns quickly and kneels down next to you, laying a light hand ever so tentatively on your shoulder."

Telinda stops rocking and blinks, looking up, "It's true?" she whispers.

Corbyn gives you a small but warm smile, and nods. "Congratulations," he whispers back.

Telinda's face brightens a little, "It's so small though!" she adds, equally as quiet as before, "Shouldn't I be bigger? I though it was just fat!"

Corbyn shakes his head, "It might be a small baby," he admits. "It's not like you've been eating the sort of diet a pregnant woman should, or taking care of your stress all this time, or all that." The unsaid corollary: you better, from now on! "But as far as I can tell, your baby is healthy. I suggest you ask your dragon...she can tell far better than I or another healer could."

Telinda blushes a little and looks down at her feet through her knees, "She said she'd been talking to it, but I didn't believe it. She's said I've had babies in the past, but I haven't, so.." she trails off. "What have I got to eat?" she asks suspiously.

Corbyn offers you his hand. Somehow he doesn't seem to think weyrwomen belong on the floor.

Telinda tentatively takes the hand, "What should I tell K'laarn?" she asks, standing up slowly.

Corbyn wells, "Far be it from me to tell you what to say, ma'am," he replies with a slight smile. "As for diet... lay off alcohol, make sure you drink plenty of water and juice, and get lots of meat and fruit and vegetables."

Telinda wrinkles her nose, "Green vegetables?"!

Corbyn nods solemnly. "It's a bit late in the game now, but better now than never."

Telinda swallows hard, almost like she was going to be sick, but nods, "I'll try" she offers. "Umm, what else do I need to do? Does Tia talking to it harm it?"

Corbyn shakes his head, and gives your forearm a gentle squeeze. "No...I've never heard of a dragon harming her rider's children," he reassures you. "I /would/ avoid flying further than the feeding grounds, though...and avoid that if you can."

Telinda's nose screws up, but she nods, "She's not going to like that" she remarks. "Oh" she adds, as if suddenly remembering something, "when something pokes me, like a bad case of indigestion, is that the baby, or me being hungry?"

Corbyn hmms. "It could be either, actually, but probably just the baby moving. I did feel the baby move during the exam, certainly."

Telinda giggles, "I wonder what it's going to be!"

Corbyn smiles, feeling faintly relieved. "Well... you'll find out soon enough," he says. "In fact... you better get started on names," he winks.

Telinda's eyes widen, "Oh Faranth! Where will we even put it!?" she remarks, looking slightly panicked for a moment. "Names? Oh shards! We don't have anything!"

Corbyn pats your arm again. "It's not the first baby to be born in a Weyr," he points out. "I'm sure you'll do just great."

"But, but" she looks down at the hand, "I've never given birth before! I don't know what to do!"

Telinda did that of course

Corbyn looks back at you reassureingly. "I think it'd be best if you came in once a day, or every couple days, for the next few weeks; we can teach you about what to expect during the birth and afterwards."

Telinda nods, "Good idea. I can do that!"

Corbyn smiles. "Good."

Telinda starts ticking this off on her fingers, "Eat proper, no drinking, no flying, no *betweening*, come see you at least once every few days. Is there anything I'm allowed to do?" she asks

Corbyn smiles. "Be happy...I'm told having children is a great joy," he says quietly.

Telinda grins, "Easy for you to say!" she remarks, "Its the having that's the problem, I've only been trying for Faranth knows how many turns!"

Corbyn points out, "Then be doubly happy!"

Telinda smirks, "I think I might be, though" she looks around nervously, "I feel like a fool and I'm still not quite believing this!"

Corbyn smiles. "Well...give yourself some time, then."

Telinda nods, "No drinking to celebrate though, right?!"

Corbyn shakes his head. "I'd suggest not, no."

Telinda grins, "Alright, I guess I need to go think some then." She pauses on her way out through the doors, "Thank you, Corbyn."

Corbyn nods. "Certainly."

Corbyn turns away to clean up.

Telinda smiles, "Pregnant!" she mumbles to herself as she wanders out, "Who'd have thought it!"