Yesterday, I went in for my final appointment with our fertility doctor. It was a bittersweet moment. On one hand, I was thrilled that I was finally pregnant and no longer needed fertility treatments; on the other hand, I realized just how attached I’d gotten to the staff and our doctor. Jin, of course, joined us via FaceTime.
Our little one is now the size of a blueberry (9 mm to be more exact), which is in line with the 7-week mark, and our doctor pointed out a teeny, TINY bubble that was fluttering on the screen.
Then we heard it… her heartbeat.
That little fluttering bubble was her heart… beating at 124 BPM.
It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard to date.
And that includes Jin’s proposal.
Sorry, hubs.
