Today, I saw one of the most beautiful sights a person can see. I didn't travel far, just a few miles down the road. I wasn't there long, only about half an hour. It wouldn't have looked like much to many, just a small screen with black and white fuzz. But, on that screen, through the fuzz, I saw the tiny heartbeat of our newest child-- and it was beautiful.
My doctor agreed it was an awesome sight, especially for someone who has the history I have (six miscarriages, three since Bophie). My wonderful dh could only say "Praised be God now and forever!" My darling children jumped up and down. I, of course, cried. Right now I cry at everything.
I am still apprehensive (we saw the heartbeat with the last miscarriage as well). I am a little overwhelmed (the thought of going from 3 to 6 kids in a year, am I really up to it?).
For today though, I am only thinking of that beautiful heart beating-- the rest is in God's hands.