So - we went in on Monday for a normal check-up. Doc pokes to make sure everything is where it belongs - and then goes for the doppler. After about 5 minutes with no heartbeat - the doppler's batteries die. So - he grabs another one. Ten minutes later - and after feeling like I've been hit by a bat in my gut - still - no luck. "Let's go to ultrasound" Of course - I'm am praying - but not really the right way...."You better not do this to me again... You better not do this to me again..." It takes 5 minutes for the ultrasound machine to power up - another 5 minutes to find the gel. Then there is Peapod - hanging out - heart fluttering away. I think Jeremey and I aged about 20 years in that half hour of time.
Dear Peapod - You little booger! You scared the b-goodness out of me and your father! I'm sure you'll do this through-out your life. Let's just do it AFTER you get here. We love you!