It had a heartrate.
154.
A tiny little blip on the screen, but a blip with a heartbeat. This wasn't just a cluster of cells. This was my baby.
We waited in awkward silence for the images to be put on to a cd, an idea that B thought was ridiculous. There was nothing to see, nothing to get attached to. and he had to get to work.
We stopped at Wendy's for lunch, I dropped him off at work and I went home to research what a baby looks like at 6 weeks. What has developed. Eager to learn everything. B researched for people who were okay with abortions, who had them and didn't have any negative consequences.
Every night we had the same arguements.
Every night, I went to bed crying.
Hand protectively on my belly.
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