Our first prenatal appointment was scheduled in my fourteenth week, later than most pregnancies. I decided it wasn’t worth starting my prenatal care with a doctor in Brandon, when we’d be moving back home within six weeks. Although I felt nervous about leaving it so long, so far everything had been going well, pregnancy-wise.
All the routine tests were performed...Pap test, breast exam, blood pressure check. The fun stuff. Finally, the part I was hoping would happen but wasn’t sure would be possible at this point in the gestation…checking for the heartbeat.
It was taking the doctor a long time to find it and I’d all but given up hope we’d get to hear it. Suddenly, we heard a little “whoosh whoosh whoosh” and the doctor said “That’s baby”. I looked at Babydaddy and he was beaming. I teared up…I never thought a little sound would have so much meaning. Babydaddy jumped out of his seat and gave me a great big kiss. It was perfect.
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