I have failed to mention that just about weekly I was thinking maybe I am not pregnant. I have even run out and bought more pregnancy tests for further proof. As if the soreness and sickness was not proof enough. The test always resulted in positive. But still.
Fast forward.
I am in a let's just say awkward position for my internal ultrasound. The doctor is searching AND searching. It seems like minutes go by. He breaks the silence with and when did you get a positive test? Umm.
A moment later, I see it. It is a baby. A real live baby. I see the heartbeat. And to my complete happiness a second later, I hear that magical sound.
I am telling you, there is nothing like the sound of a fetal heartbeat.
I look at Ernest and mention that it has sure been a while since we have heard that sound.
And we are happy.
The baby's heart rate was 168. Old wives tales would consider that a sign of a girl.
My due date is December 24. We will see.
