That’s right, you get to see the inside of my uterus. And MAN are you excited. I just know it. Because, really, how damn sexy is that? You’re looking into one of my reproductive organs. RAWR, BABY.

Just what the heck are you looking at? Well, it has to be one of the worst ultrasound pictures I’ve ever seen, but hey, let’s not worry too much about that. It was a “mini-ultrasound,” and frankly, after thinking I was just going to be hearing the heartbeat via fetal doppler, it was quite a treat for us to see Fuzzball live and in person. (Yes, that is now the baby’s official nickname and I think it’s quite obvious why.)

We saw the baby’s heart beating on Monday, friends and loved ones.

And if I even try to tell you how that made me feel… if I try to illustrate for you with words how over the moon I was… how relieved and happy and just so totally on the opposite side of the pain and anguish I was fearing I would experience in a quiet moment of seeing nothing, hearing nothing, and getting the news I was so afraid of… if I tried to explain to you how my heart was so full of thankfulness to be seeing that tiny little musclie organ woosh-wooshing away at 180bpm… if I took the time to stumble around for the right words to do that…

…well, I might just be crying.

And no one needs to see that. Boogers and snot and all that mess.

Fuzzball’s strong and healthy so far, friends. Amen.