"So what's your story my dear?"
"We've had two miscarriages and are looking to see if everything is okay with this one."
"Well let's take a look. I'll take some measurements, then go see the Dr, and then come back and show you."
Warm gel. Love that it's warm. It made my full bladder not so uncomfortable. The tech slowly moved the probe over my abdomen, taking her measurements. Ryan is sitting in a chair beside me holding my hand. We joked with her here and there. She was super nice and talkative.
"Well I lied, I don't need to go talk to the Dr. I see a little munchkin in there and there is a heartbeat."
What? Seriously? Are you kidding me? Are you sure this isn't some cruel joke?
Bean measures 8 weeks just like I knew s/he should and has a perfect strong heartbeat of 166 (normal range is 120-180).
We got pictures. Just working on the scanner and I'll post when I can.
I really have few words. Too stunned really. Still trying to come to grips with the fact that we might actually get to be parents in Oct. It's almost like a dream.
One I never want to wake up from.
Thank you all for your support. I really don't know how I would have made it through these last weeks without all of you cheering me on. It means more than you can know. Or maybe you do.