The shock of cold jelly being smeared on my stomach competed with my excitement and nerves. We held hands and watched the screen in anticipation, waiting to see our beautiful twins and to finally find out their genders. Two boys, we’d hoped.
My heart skipped a beat as our little darlings appeared on the screen, and we cooed at the way they were positioned in a way that looked like they were hugging each other.
I had forgotten that we weren’t hearing the usual ‘Whoosh, whoosh’ noise of their heartbeats until the nurse put down her equipment and said, “I’m sorry.”