Evie
Nine Weeks Pregnant
Mykneebouncesaswe sit in the waiting room. Nerves and worry swirl in my stomach as I try to prepare myself for the possibility of another loss.
Monty and Josie sit on either side of me as we wait for my name to be called. Josie places her hand over my knee and squeezes. “Deep breaths, Sweets. One step at a time.”
Our eyes connect and I nod to her, because I don’t think I can speak without throwing up. This pregnancy is already so much different than my first one. I’m sickallthe time, and can barely keep anything down. Josie said there’s a medication that the doctor can give me if the nausea doesn’t subside.
Monty has his arm thrown around my shoulder, and he pulls me close. Placing a kiss to the top of my head, he whispers in my ear, “I’m so excited to see our baby.”
Thatbrings a stupid giddy smile to my face. Ever since we had the talk a couple weeks back at Harper and Xavier’s things have been different in the best way possible.
We sat down with Monty and Josie’s parents and told them about our relationship. There was minimal shock when we broke the news. They asked simple questions like how long have we been doing this and do the boys know? These were the questions we were prepared for, but we also prepared for the chance the news was not handled well.
Silly me to think they wouldn’t be in support. They’ve always been such wonderful people every time I’ve interacted with them.
We decided to wait to tell them about the pregnancy because we wanted to have our first ultrasound to make sure everything was okay. I couldn’t put myself in the position to tell multiple people and then retract the news if things didn’t work out. The only people who know are Harper and Xavier, but I know they won’t tell anyone.
We plan to tell the boys, well at least Shiloh, about the relationship this weekend. Hayes is still too young to understand, and all he knows right now is the three of us anyways so it will be easier for him. We’re going to take him on a full day of activities and then after supper we’ll talk to him about it and answer any questions he may have.
“Evie Parker?” The technician calls for me, and I jump up.
Josie and Monty follow close behind toward the scan room. Inside the room is very sterile, there’s a couch off to the side of the exam table. The technician tells me to remove my pants and get situated with my feet in the stirrups and informs us she’ll be right back.
Making quick work, I get undressed from the waist down and hop up on the table. Once I’m laying there, I close my eyes and slowly work on a breathing exercise that Josie does with me. I need to center myself because being worked up isn’t going to help the situation at all.
There’s a knock on the door, and my head whips to it as it opens and the technician comes through with a smile on her face.
“Alright, let’s go and see this baby shall we?” She asks, sitting on her stool and preps the internal ultrasound probe.
“Yes, please.” I say in a shaky breath. Monty and Josie stand at my side as we wait.
“Okay, I’m going to touch your thigh before I insert the probe so you know it’s coming.” She says, and I nod my head.
Moments later there’s a soft touch on my right thigh before I feel the probe enter me. It’s slightly uncomfortable as she moves it around, but I’m more focused on the screen beside me as I look for the sac. At first there isn’t much, and I begin to get nervous.
“Ah there we go!” The technician says, “Here is baby, it looks like it’s right on track, but let me just move arou–” She stops mid-sentence and my heart stops.
“What is it?” I ask in a panic. It’s happening again. I lost this baby too, and I don’t think I’ll survive this time.
“I just need to–” She moves the probe around a little more then smiles, “it looks like you’re having twins.”
“What!” we all say in unison.
The technician laughs, “here, see this.” She points at the gestational sac, and we all nod. “That’s baby a, but if I move over just a bit… Here is baby b.” I watch in complete awe as the screen shows two outlines.
Two babies. Two.
I’m having twins.
The rest of the appointment passes in a blur, the babies are measuring exactly where they’re supposed to be. They print off pictures for us and we schedule our next appointment. When we get in the car, I’m still in shock. Looking at the ultrasound picture that shows baby a and baby b, all I want to do is tell my best friend.
“Can we go to Harper and Xavier’s before we go home?” I ask, still not taking my sight off the ultrasound.
“You got it.” Monty says as he signals to turn off the road that’ll bring us to Xavier’s. Josie sits next to me in the back seat, our hands threaded together.
“Holy shit, we’re having twins.” I say in disbelief and it causes Josie to laugh.
