February 2019
I hadn't had anymore cramps or bleeding since the night Trent rushed me to the hospital, and the babies' heartbeats continued to stay strong. The twins were growing at a normal rate, and Doctor Mattias was pleased with how well I was doing, and so she'd lifted a few of the restrictions she'd put on me.
I was now allowed to get up and move around the house; though I wasn't allowed to do anything too strenuous, so no heavy lifting or anything. But at least I could walk up and down the stairs on my own, and I could go to the kitchen to get myself something to eat and drink.
Trent and I still couldn't have sex, though - which was becoming more and more of an issue with each day that passed. The lack of intimacy had us on edge, and if something didn't change soon, both of us were going to snap.