I had an appointment with my midwife on Wednesday. Nothing major; just a general health check and a listen for the baby’s heartbeat. Except, she couldn’t find the baby’s heartbeat! I laid there, listening, trying not to panic. After all, it’s still early – only 14 weeks; losing the baby is still not outside the realm of possibility. But the eternal seconds dragged on and I watched midwife’s face for clues. She seemed kind of focused, and then… there it was! She grinned. “The little burr! It’s moving around a lot and wouldn’t stay still long enough for us to hear it!”
Whew. Still good. I have never, ever been this worried about a baby, I tell you. There are a lot of things I really, really like about being 40-something, but this, this is definitely not one of them.