As well as an ultrascan, they inserted another scanning device. I nearly said to the radiographer, "Look, while you're up there and things are being displayed onscreen, could we have a look for the g-spot? I've been meaning to spend more time searching these past few years but just haven't found the time, and god knows Deb's getting pretty impatient by now, and this could really speed things up for me!"
I didn't ask. But the thought was there.
I asked how big it was; it was hard to tell. She said she hadn't really looked at that, so Deb asked if it was a centimetre or two. She laughed. Oh no! We're talking millimetres here, it's just a couple of millimetres. Look, that tick there on the screen moving slightly, that's a heart.
Deb had been feeling a pain in her side the past few days so she went to see a specialist today. He was a little worried about an ectopic pregnancy, so booked her in to take a scan this afternoon. I went up with her to the hospital and we looked at the tiniest of beating hearts on the ultrascan. Everything seems fine. We looked at a tiny thing that will be our child.
Of course in about three years time it grows up to be an ice-cream-eating-terror!
Seeing a tiny heart beat is like peering deep into one of the sweet, ineffable, mysteries of life. Seeing something you've created renders you utterly defenseless and humble and loving.
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Feral Living
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Udder
My Life in 12 Point Font
Journal of a Writing Man
Some Jingle Jangle Morning
The Last Girl Scout
Potatoe.com
Journallife.com
Window to my Soul
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Yesterday's Makeup
Fifteen Milliliters
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