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I am the biggest nerd ever, sitting in my office & staring dreamily at the little blob on my ultrasound print-off.

and then I cried when Nate signed his email, “Love you, babe and babe.”

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Houston, we have a HEARTBEAT!!!!!

 Houston, we have a HEARTBEAT!!!!!
We have a heartbeat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ::bursts into tears again:: It is so beautiful, so strong, & HJ is measuring right on track at 7 weeks, 3 days. Perfection in under an inch.

Nate held my hand as my ass hung off the end of the table, dildo-cam firmly in place & we held our breath as she zoomed in on the babe. And there it was — a little strobe. It took a moment for my brain to register what I saw, but I yelled, “HALLELUJAH!” and both the doctor & Nate burst out laughing. You’ll see in the picture that the yolk sac is still visible, which we thought was a twin at first — I almost had a stroke, but the doctor smiled & said there was only one. One perfect baby that is just enough. One perfect baby to begin our family & fulfill our dreams. One perfect baby to heal all the hurt we’ve been through the past few months.

I asked her to measure the heartbeat (in the 160′s) and she asked me to put my pants back on. Then Nate & I spent the next hour getting a medical history third-degree by a nurse that I assume was a private investigator in a former life. Then they took 11 vials of blood, tested me for HIV for the second time in 2 months although I promised I hadn’t spent time on a street corner, and two hours later, was shooed out the door with a wee print-off of HJ.

Glorious, wonderful, perfect morning icon smile Houston, we have a HEARTBEAT!!!!!

In 14 hours…

We’ll be watching a flickering heartbeat on the ultrasound monitor.

Obviously, I am refusing to think anything but positive thoughts.  Although I am terrified.
I can’t lie — I am terrified.   So afraid to go in & find an empty sack, or no heartbeat, or anything.  My God, I’d rather have 9 in there than none.  Please, please let there be a healthy babe.
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