Nate & I saw Harpie’s beautiful, sweet little flickering heartbeat this morning. Such perfection & such a miracle.
We were guided back to the ultrasound exam room and were left there a good 20 minutes alone, so I perched on the exam table, swathed in pink paper knickers while Nate looked warily at the pre-lubed and condom-adorned dildo-cam. I’m chatting mindlessly about how tiny my bladder is & Nate’s face suddenly twists into an odd, humorous expression.
Blair: “Ummm….babe?”
Nate: “Oh, my God. Now I know this is meant to be.” ::chuckles::
Blair: “The hell?”
Nate: ::points to the opposite wall::
It’s the ultrasound tech’s certificate. And her name is….
Kristy Box.
BOX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMFG. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Perfection.
