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06/16/2004

BUNK. BUNK. BUNK. BUNK.

Because I am a nerd care about sharing this experience with my friends, I will try to show you what the heartbeat looked like today.

We also heard it. Alas, I did not think to take a digital recorder with me to the appointment — a clear indication of poor planning and a lack of dedication, no doubt — so you'll just have to make do with this onomatopoetic representation: BUNK. BUNK. BUNK. BUNK. BUNK. BUNK. BUNK. BUNK. BUNK. BUNK. BUNK. BUNK. Ad infinitum, I hope to God.

At 6w2d you expect the heart rate to be somewhere between 103 and 150 beats per minute, with ideal being about 127. We clocked in at 119. Surprisingly, I am refusing to be concerned about not hitting the mark exactly. It seems that there is a limit to the amount of worrying that even I can do.

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