And you know what? They were right.
Maybe it was the spa music or the friendly techs and nurses that felt like my best friends. Perhaps it was the 25 minutes they spent inspecting every inch of our little sprout. Or it could have been the gentle movements baby made to brush her cheeks, give us a rear view and cross its legs in which I secretly hope is a lady-like style.
I can't wait to give the shards to you, little Sprout, to grow, nurture and love like we never thought possible.
This is finally real. And exciting. And this level two sono a few weeks back? Left me real excited. Like I'm falling in love all over again.