Chapter 12: The Frequent Urination Begins

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As Trixie reached the five-month mark of her pregnancy, she was starting to feel the unmistakable changes in her body. The initial joys of pregnancy were still very much present, but so were the more inconvenient side effects. One of the most noticeable was the frequent need to run to the bathroom.

It started innocently enough—just a few extra trips to the restroom during the day. But as the days turned into weeks, those trips began to multiply. Trixie often found herself laughing about it with Alex.

"Do you think I'm drinking too much water?" she joked one afternoon, sipping from her favorite oversized water bottle.

Alex chuckled, glancing over from where he was assembling a crib. "Or maybe the babies are just taking up all the space! You're basically a walking water fountain now."

Trixie rolled her eyes playfully. "I know it's a good sign, but I feel like I'm in a constant game of 'hurry up and go'!"

In the mornings, Trixie would wake up multiple times to relieve herself, and it became a running gag between them. "I'm starting to think the bathroom is my new best friend," she teased as they got ready for the day.

Despite the inconveniences, Trixie tried to focus on the positives. Her belly was starting to show more, and she loved feeling the little kicks from the twins. Each flutter reminded her of the joy that lay ahead, overshadowing the frequent bathroom trips.

One evening, as they settled on the couch to watch a movie, Trixie felt the urge once again. "I'll be right back," she said, standing up with a sigh.

"Again?" Alex grinned. "You really are committed to this whole 'hydrating for two' thing!"

Trixie laughed as she waddled to the bathroom. "I'm just making sure the babies have enough amniotic fluid!"

After her return, Trixie snuggled back into her spot, leaning against Alex. "You know, I can't wait to meet them. All this is worth it."

"I can't wait either," Alex replied, wrapping his arm around her. "But for now, you've got to admit—this is kind of hilarious."

Later that week, during a prenatal appointment, Trixie shared her concerns with the doctor. "Is it normal to feel like I'm living in the restroom?" she asked, chuckling nervously.

The doctor smiled warmly. "Absolutely. As your uterus expands, it puts pressure on your bladder, which is why you're experiencing more frequent urges. It's perfectly normal, especially with twins. Just make sure to stay hydrated!"

Trixie left the appointment feeling reassured. It was comforting to know that what she was experiencing was part of the journey.

At home, she and Alex started preparing for the new routines that would come with parenthood. They bought a cute bathroom sign that read, "Bathroom: A Twin's Quick Pit Stop," and hung it above the toilet. Every time they saw it, they would burst into laughter.

As the weeks went on, Trixie embraced the changes with humor. She began timing her outings around her bathroom breaks and found herself planning ahead, always scouting for the nearest restroom.

One Saturday, they decided to go for a long walk in the park. Trixie was determined to enjoy the fresh air and the beauty of the blooming flowers. Just a short distance into their stroll, she felt the familiar urge again.

"Uh-oh," she said, her eyes wide. "I think we need to make a pit stop!"

Alex chuckled, nodding in agreement. "No worries, let's find a bench or a cafe nearby. I'm learning that a happy Trixie means happy twins!"

After finding a nearby restroom, they continued their walk, Trixie feeling lighter and ready to tackle the rest of the day. As they strolled hand in hand, she looked at Alex and felt a wave of gratitude wash over her.

"I'm so glad you're by my side," she said, squeezing his hand. "I don't know how I'd do this without you."

"Always, Trixie," he replied, beaming. "We're in this together, every step of the way."

With laughter and love lighting their path, Trixie and Alex embraced the adventure ahead, knowing that the journey of parenthood was just beginning—and they were ready to face it all, one bathroom trip at a time.

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