So many milestones to pass! Regular ultrasounds. CVS (chorionic villus sampling). The many different screens.
And, as any couple that has miscarried will tell you, each obstacle, each visit, evokes palpable tension in Wannable Moms and Dads. I remember exhaling after every pass, every negative; and especially, every heartbeat that I could see on the ultrasound or hear on the doppler.
JK felt the same.
That said, the first trimester was relatively calm and without event. JK experienced nausea, but that may have been caused by my foot odor. She didn't puke, which means that my feet must have been bearable.
When Dr. Sipe released us back into the care of Dr. B, JK received her first take-it-easy orders. She was to quit step aerobics and for that matter any class that had her running or dancing around. No more hip hop?!?! (yes, it's true, JK took hip hop classes as well and has some pretty good moves!).
The CVS told us that we had two healthy viable babies growing inside her, a boy and a girl, chromosomally sound.
The level two ultrasound showed one caution flag - a little funneling in JK's cervix - common with twins. The cervix still held, and so JK was merely cautioned to take it easy for the remainder of the pregnancy. No more exercise of any kind unless it was in the water. Dr. B feared the possibility of an early delivery and hoped to relieve unnecessary pressure on the cervix.Still, with the good news and four months under our belt, we felt confident enough to visit JK's family and tell them the good news in person. After a fun and joyous weekend, JK and I returned to Dr. B's office. She checked the cervix first thing, paused, and looked up.
I will never forget the look on her face.
The terrible look written there told us both that something was very wrong. It was. In the two weeks since the level two ultrasound, JK's cervix had begun to dilate. It was now 1 centimeter.
The storm had begun.
