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07/29/2003

It's got a good beat. You can dance to it.

Holy fucking shit. This thing has a heartbeat.

At this morning's ultrasound we saw a gestational sac, a yolk sac, and a tiny squib with a single flickering pixel of a heartbeat. (The embryo is between the cursors in the picture.)

The doctor turned on the sound so that we could hear it, but I found the visual far more affecting. I could have watched it all day. On-off-on-off-on-off-on-off.

The doctor who'd given me the order to trigger was there, and she kindly apologized once again for the confusion that caused. Still gobsmacked by my pixel, I could do nothing but beam. This has all been hard, really hard, but at this point I don't care how I got here. It doesn't matter. I'm here.

Next thing you know I'll be thanking the Academy, my agent, and Jesus Christ above. Stop me before I start looking like a dork.

Oh. Wait.

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