wacca, wacca, wacca, wacca...only faster

What a sound, what a great Wednesday! Like Lina writes in her post from today, we had an opportunity to listen for Monday's heart. The Midwife let us know that it was natural and not uncommon to not hear the heart beat at this stage and that we shouldn't worry (too much) if we weren't able to. Not wanting to even consider the possibility that we wouldn't hear the heart beat, I remember thinking, "don't warn us of such things....just find Monday's heart beat. It will be there. Everything will be fine. We're not the couple who doesn't hear the heart beat on the first attempt." With Lina's abdomen all lubed up the Midwife went on the hunt for little Monday. Lina (laying down) and I (standing next to her) just sat staring into each others eyes - clearly both praying for the best. After some searching, some scratching, some muffled sounds - we heard...Badump, Badump, Badump...as clear as day...it was Lina's pulse. Ok...a good sound to hear...yes, we like Lina's heart beat....we even celebrated briefly that Lina was still alive (Lina even made a nervous joke to that effect). After a few moments (I'm sure it felt longer than it was) we heard her/him. Wacca, wacca, wacca, wacca...it was Monday's heart racing along. POW! like getting splashed with cold water reality hits us. With faces full of smiles and eyes full of tears we giggle at the realization and relief that our baby carrot sized Monday is doing fine. What a sound, what a great Wednesday!