I went shopping this weekend and in a moment of sheer bravado and brainlessness, I bought a couple of newborn outfits, one for each sex, to use as take-home outfits for Murdock.
Guess what I get for my audacity?
The inability to find Murdock’s heartbeat this morning, even after laying there for over 10 minutes, hands cramping from clutching the doppler so tightly.
My husband went to work after I told him I would let him know if I was going to see my OB or not. He was shook. I was a fucking wreck.
I got up, ate breakfast, and tried again.
In a heart beat.