CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY NINE – BED REST

The next few days were a whirlwind of follow-up appointments and adjustments. Karina was put on bed rest for a week, much to her frustration. Miguel worked from home, determined to be there for every moment. "Miguel," Karina called from the bedroom one afternoon. "Can you come here for a second?" Miguel rushed in, worried. "What's wrong? Are you in pain?" Karina shook her head, smiling. "No, nothing's wrong. I just... I signed us up for a prenatal class. I thought it might be good for us." Miguel's eyebrows shot up. "A prenatal class? Like, with other couples and breathing exercises and all that?" "Yes," Karina nodded. "I think it could help us feel more prepared. Plus, it'll get me out of this bed for a few hours." Miguel hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Okay, if you think it'll help, I'm in." The following weekend, they found themselves in a room full of expectant parents, sitting on yoga mats surrounded by pillows and strange-looking exercise balls. "Welcome, everyone