We've Got a Heartbeat!

DH and I headed in on Monday for our first prenatal visit. Doc was happy to see us, and she was very proud that her star patients had taken her advice and quickly "gotten busy." When we saw her at the end of October, she told us we should start trying right away. Well, guess things worked out pretty well on that front...

We did a quick check-in, then she took us down the hall to the sonigram machine. She got me all stirrup'ed up and put the instrument in place to get a good view of the peanut's heartbeat. (Yikes, thank goodness somebody warned me that the ultrasound would be taken internally, if you catch my drift.)

Tiny little blob hanging out in what Doc called a 'yolk sack.' Amazing. And then I can't get the idea of a chicken out of my head, for some reason. But then she focuses in on this little dark patch inside the blob, and there it is. A heartbeat. Beating, beating, beating.

DH and I are holding hands, squeezing the bejesus out of each other, and laughing and crying all at the same time. Staring at this huge monitor, looking at what appears to be our kid. Amazing.

Doc is winning us over, slowly but surely. She is, in fact, doing labor and delivery now. And she was thorough, informative and helpful. Her Nurse rocks in the bedside manner department, they have a nice yin/yang thing going. So DH and I are sticking with her as our cruise director.

Here's to our little chicken!