Lexie's POV
When we went back for our last rounds of blood tests, my hormones doubled both times and the pregnancy tests showed 3+. We were in the clear. The first trimester was hell. The morning sickness never seemed to subside. Charlize and Gerda helped me and stayed by my side. It was much worse and more intense than my last pregnancy. When the morning sickness finally subsided, the physical exhaustion set in along with the mood swings and emotions.
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The second trimester was better in the sense that I could walk around and eat more than bread and crackers.
"Char?" I called out one morning after turning to find her side of the was empty and cold. There was no response, so I got up and went downstairs to find Gerda making breakfast.
"Morning, Lexie! How did you sleep?" She asked me happily.
"I slept alright. Gerda?"
"Yeah, hon?"
"Where is Charlize? I asked, sitting down on the bar stool in front of the island.
"She had a doctor's appointment this morning."
"She didn't say anything about it to me."
"She probably just forgot, Lex."
"Yeah, I'm sure you're right," I said, unknowingly rubbing my small bump.
"Any movement?"
"Not yet, but the doctor said that everything was okay. The baby is healthy and it will move when it moves." I tell her. Not a second later, I feel a faint flutter sensation in my lower abdomen.
"Well, hopefully, Charlize will be here to feel it move for the first time."
"That opportunity just flew out the window. I felt a kick. The baby moved and she missed it."
"Are you going to tell her?"
"Yes. I have to. We promised each other that we would be open and honest about everything."
The front door opened.
"Hey, I'm home!" Charlize called out. She walked into the kitchen.
"You are just in time, breakfast is almost ready," Gerda says.
"Thanks for cooking, mom. Hey, my love." She said, walking over to me and giving me a kiss.
"Hi, Char."
"Are you okay, baby?"
"Yeah... the baby kicked a few minutes ago for the first time."
"Oh, Lexie. That's wonderful. I am so sorry I missed it."
"It's alright. How was your appointment?" I ask.
"It was good. Just a standard, routine check-up." She tells me. Gerda clears her throat and Charlize gives her a death glare.
"Vertel haar." Gerda says in Afrikaans. (Tell her).
"Nee ma, nie nou nie." Charlize replies. (No mom, not right now).
"Maar jy is siek." (But you are sick).
"Dit is net stadium een." (It is only stage one).
The conversation ended after that.
"Charlize, give me your hand," I say. Charlize gives me her hand and I lead it to where the baby was moving. "Do you feel that?"
"Is that our baby?"
"Yeah. It is."
"Oh, my god. I cannot wait to meet this little one."
"Hey. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes, Lexie. I'm good. I promise everything is okay."
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A few months later, I am at the end of my seventh month. One day left until I am officially eight months pregnant. One day, I was folding some laundry in the bedroom when I felt a shooting pain.
"Oh, god! CHAR!" I called out. She ran into the bedroom and was by my side within a minute.
"What it is? What happened? Are you okay?" She asked me calmly, but concerned.
"The baby! Something is wrong! It... It hurts!"
'It's too early for the baby to come now!" She replied.
"Yeah! That's why I said something is wrong! Ow! Shit! Charlize, I'm scared!"
"Okay. It's going to be okay. I am sure it's nothing. It's probably gas or Braxton Hicks contractions. Just to be safe, let's get you to the clinic and see what's going on." She tells me calmly.
"Okay." I whimpered.
"I just have to tell mom." She said. I stopped her.
"Let me. GERDA, WATCH THE GIRLS! WE WILL EXPLAIN LATER!" I yell.
"ON IT!" Gerda yells back. Charlize chuckled.
"Alright, Lexie. Let's go." She says. She helps me to the car and started driving to the clinic. I groaned and whimpered in pain and discomfort.
"Charlize... what if..." I stuttered.
"Don't think that. Look, whatever happens, I will be right here with you. We have been through so much, if worst comes to worst, we will get through it together." She tells me.
We get to the clinic and Charlize fills out some forms and tries to keep me calm. We get in a room and our OB comes in.
"Alright. Lexie, I understand you are feeling some pain, so let's see what's going on." She said. I squeezed Charlize's hand. The doctor started the ultrasound and after a minute she turned the monitor to face me and turned up the volume. I relaxed a little when I heard the heartbeat.
"Is the baby okay? Is Lexie?" Charlize asked.
"Both Lexie and the baby are okay. The baby is perfectly healthy. Lexie is experiencing Braxton Hicks contractions."
"False labor." I sighed.
"Yes. I am a little worried about you though. Sometimes BH is natural and just there to prepare the mom for labor. Other times, it is associated with the health and well-being of the mom. There are many triggers and in this case, it was high blood pressure. Lexie, your bp is almost dangerously high, and I am surprised that the result was only BH. Normally, patients with high blood pressure tend to pass out or worse."
"Why is her bp so high?"
"Stress. I want to put you on bed rest. Now for the first two weeks, it is only bedroom to bathroom and back. After that, I will come by and see how you are doing. Then I will decide if it is safe for you to go up and down stairs and move around the house. Even then, I want you sitting and resting."
"What... what is the gender?" I ask.
"Lex, you said you didn't want to know."
"I know what I said, Charlize. I changed my mind."
" Are you absolutely sure?"
"I want to know!" I said.
"You are having another little girl." The doctor says.
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