Tears of Relief

Though I had hoped to SEE the baby this morning, I HEARD a miracle instead...the heartbeat.





Last night, I had a very vivid dream of miscarrying in the doctor's office while waiting for my appointment. I woke up and just cried and cried tears of relief. When we heard the heartbeat, there were lots more tears of relief. There were a few tense minutes as the nurse searched around for the heartbeat and kept only finding mine. But she found it. A strong 155 beats per minute. It is the sweetest sound next to Ace's voice.





And I cannot describe Jonathan's face after hearing it. I think he was relieved and happy and excited and I think he'd been feeling some nerves as well. It just looked like he was lighter and happier. Or maybe he was glad he didn't have to sit in the doctor's office anymore (but I think it was the former)!





Baby, your little heartbeat has given me such happiness and stronger belief in the goodness of God. See you next week when Mommy goes to get your picture taken for the first time.





Ultrasound scheduled for 12noon on Tuesday.