A-OK

Our midwife gave us a clean bill of health tonight. All 3 of us are doing fine.

She eased our minds about all the little worries, answered our questions (the big ones and the small ones), tried really hard to let us hear a heartbeat even though it's only 9 weeks so far. The chances were slim that we'd be able to catch the beat this early. We didn't get to hear it, but she said it's nothing to worry about at all and you usually can't hear it until 11 or 12 weeks anyway. She tried for a good 5 minutes and then we all decided the baby was hiding. She said for Matthew to play more guitar to my belly and get the baby moving around so it's easier next time.

It was amazingly reassuring to hear a medical professional tell me everything looks and feels good. Things are where they should be. We're doing the right stuff so far. She understood all our fears and often it was she who brought up something that we'd read that scared us before we even mentioned it. Comfort. That's the word I'd use for what we got tonight. We got a heapin' helpin' of comfort. It feels so good.