I have no idea how much time passed, but it felt like a half an hour. She asked me if she was pushing too hard and I said no. Still nothing. Heard my heart beat plenty of times and could also feel said heartbeat. Actually, I'm sure I could see my heart beating out of my chest. Tears started to form and anxiety started to set in.
Then, we heard it. 157 beautiful beats per minute.
Little shit.
I'm sure I should not be saying that, but CHRIST ON A BIKE. Already giving mama anxiety? Already causing unrest? What are we in for??
Three more weeks until the ultrasound.
Remind me to give this child a stern talking to when they get here.
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