The baby still has a heartbeat!
I am so relieved and surprised and relieved all over again. It's strange, but when you've been slammed up against terror enough times, logic stops seeming logical, and intuition goes out the window. I was certain I was in for bad news today, while also reminding myself that, most likely, everything is fine.
Everything is better than fine. My appointment was beautiful—which is not a word I use freely, but my midwife loves it. She addresses me as Beautiful, and I totally believe her. My blood pressure is beautiful, my diet is beautiful, my weight gain is beautiful... (Oh, God, I was so the George Carlin dog today, you guys.)