This was my second Dr's visit for an ultrasound. I was incredibly anxious the night before.
"Would there be twins?"
"Is there a heartbeat?"
"Am I more than 8 weeks?"
The next morning I didn't have to wait long, my appointment was for 9:15am, and by 9:40am I was soaking my hospital dress with tears as I watched it's heart beating strong. And there was just one... One gorgeous, fizzy, distorted photo of a baby, who is 8 weeks, 2 days old.
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