“Hello, Knight.”
“Hi, Dr. Sacks.”
“Can we talk?”
“Sure, what’s up?”
“I got the results from your ultrasound.”
“She said there was three.”
“Yes, clearly three, yet one is smaller than the other two. I am under the assumption that the first two must have been fertilized within the same couple of days, and the smaller one after that time.”
“Is it bad?”
“No, we’ll just have to watch it. It could be that this one will be the runt of the litter. I want you to keep taking those prenatal vitamins, and you can stop trying to get pregnant.”
“We did. Now it’s jus’ normal.”
“TMI, Knight. Anyway, I’m going to send you for an ultrasound every two weeks, and every week in August. I want you to come here on the off weeks, and every week in August until they’re born. Have you been feeling tired, thirsty, or anything like that?”
“I’ve been throwin’ up, bu’ one o’ th’ girls got me some real ginger ale an’ I been keepin’ tha’ down. But sometimes, when I’m cookin’, I jus’ wanna puke.”
“That’s not uncommon. You’ll be craving salt, or strange things that you never had before. It’s common.”
“Pickles an’ ice cream?”
“Salt and dairy, yes. Don’t overdo both, especially the salt, or you’ll bloat up.”
“‘kay.”
“So you have one boy, and two unknowns. Try to take it easy, don’t overdo things. Tell me if you need a doctor’s note. I’ll put down that you have a hernia.”
“Okay. I’m not sure, I might tell him.”
“If he’s understanding, then by all means. It’ll make things a lot easier. I’m going to transfer you to Leslie so you can make your appointments now, starting next week. Have a good time picking out names.”