My initial instinct is yes. My second thought is hell no. I’d never admit this out loud, not even to Uri—but I don’t want to know the s*x of the babies in case we end up losing one. It’ll be so much harder once I know what we’re having.
I swallow my worry and shake my head. “I’d like it to be a surprise. We’ll wait to find out.”
Once the gel has been wiped off my body, Uri helps me off the examination table. He takes my hand as we walk out of the hospital, but I can tell from that far-off look in his eyes that he’s in plan-and-prep mode. The man has never met a backup plan he didn’t want to prepare a backup plan for.
The whole drive back to the cabin, I try not to let my fear get the best of me. But just like before the appointment, I have to consciously focus to stop my knee from bounc
