164

You know how an active imagination is supposed to be a positive quality? Well, sometimes when you are pregnant, it's definitely a detriment. On my way to a doctor's appointment today, where I knew I was supposed to get to hear the heartbeat, I started thinking worst case scenario. I know, I should be positive, but I can't help trying to prepare myself for the worst, just for a minute, just in case. I made it to the doctor's office safely, and survived the scale - I really hate that part.

The tech squirts some cold stuff on my belly and starts sliding her little tool around, but I don't hear anything except that empty woosh woosh woosh sound, so the prayers start heading up, please let the heartbeat still be there - repeated multiple times. Finally, at last she finds it, and the little thump thump thump came through. She let me listen long enough to say it was beating at 164 beats per minute, then she took her little magic tool away. But it was enough.