Written December 3.  15 weeks.

This morning we got to hear our baby’s heartbeat and it was the best sound I’ve ever heard.  When I told my friend L that we heard the heartbeat, she put it perfectly – it was magical.

For the last couple of weeks, I’ve been feeling significantly better (read: not suffering from constant nausea).  Since I’ve only been feeling fatigue, it’s actually kind of easy to forget that I’m pregnant…  So of course I was slightly nervous about the appointment.

When we got all checked in and into the exam room, there were two chairs.  I took off my coat and sat down in one.  Pete stood in front of me.

I’m pretty sure that you’re supposed to sit in the pregnant lady chair.

I busted out laughing because seriously, the pregnant lady chair was DOUBLE the size of the other chair that I had already claimed.  So obviously I made him make himself look as small as possible and took a picture.  And put it on Instagram.

The appointment took about 10 minutes total, and it was just fabulous.  I was surprised that it went so quickly!  The doctor came in with the little sound machine thing, put the gel on my belly, and started moving the apparatus around.

It was kind of nerve-wracking, because she couldn’t find the heartbeat right away.  She found mine – proof that my heart is not made of stone – and then kept right on searching for the baby’s.  After what seemed like an eternity, she found it, and it sounds great.

I felt like I let out a HUGE sigh of relief and then the tears started coming.  What an absolutely amazing sound.  swoosh..swoosh..swoosh..swoosh..

Peter didn’t really say anything during that appointment, but had a kind of dazed look on his face.  Meanwhile, I was laying on the bed thing smiling and crying and just filled with joy and awe.  Hearing that heartbeat made my pregnancy so much more real and wonderful.  And it really makes you realize how amazing God is to give us this precious, precious gift.

As we were leaving the clinic and parting ways to go to our respective jobs, Pete stopped, looked at me, and said, “You know, Sara, if I could listen to that sound all the time, I would.”

Swooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon.

I’ve always known that I have been so lucky and blessed to find a man like Peter to be my husband.  And now, now that him being a dad isn’t just a dream anymore, I realize that our baby is going to be one really lucky little boy or girl.