I heard the heartbeat through the little fetascope this morning. With no searching. Somehow I just knew where the little one was, knew he or she was turned inward so the back was pressed onto the outside of my stomach.
And there it was.
Keep going, little heart. Just 21 more weeks 'til we meet you, hold you, kiss your little head and begin to tell you all about us, as you begin to tell us all about you.