...is how fast our baby's heart is pumping.
This morning I had my first appointment with the family practitioner who will be my doctor and the baby's doctor. Other than a surprisingly painful flu shot, everything is going very well.
The doctor was surprised we could hear the baby's heartbeat this early (since it's usually obstructed by bones - or my bladder?), but there it was. This furthers my suspicion that the baby actually is about a week older than expected.
It's a Girl!
Not really. We have no idea, and we couldn't possibly know this early on.
But...everyone seems to have converged on this belief independently.
Kevin and I automatically assumed the baby is a girl. There was no question, really, that it's a girl.
My sister Kimberly has made repeated references to her "new niece."
Even my mother, who typically avoids statements of this sort, made a comment about a "little girl."
All of this means, of course, it will be a boy. Or we're all surprisingly psychic.
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