I am obsessed with Hedgehog's heartbeat.
The thing is, this early in the pregnancy, at least in my experience, the heartbeat is the primary way you have to show the kid is healthy and everything is going according to plan. If the heartbeat is where it should be everyone is happy. If the heartbeat is not doing what is expected it is a huge red flag that puts fear and worry into everyone else's hearts.
The appointments themselves are a bit of a roller coaster. I am elated when I first see or hear the heartbeat. Because it is there. Then I ask for the number and hold my breath for that split second, waiting to hear if we can be as elated as that sound makes us feel, or if we need to be consumed with worry and dread.
Thus far in this particular journey the response has always been unadulterated elation.
My last appointment was actually the first time I got to hear the heartbeat on the doppler - versus seeing it on the ultrasound screen.
I was expecting to hear the standard "lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub" of a heartbeat. And when the midwife first started poking the probe around I though I caught a little of that drifting in and out and it made me very happy. But then she continued to poke around and eventually zeroed right in on the Hedgehog's heart.
It wasn't your standard lub-dub. It was a fully constructed four-part beat that made me think of something you'd hear during a drum circle. "Bum-ba-da-bum, bum-ba-da-bum, bum-ba-da-bum."
Once the midwife confimed the number for me (120-160 is considered "normal" at this stage of the game and we were at a solid 150) it was the best sound I'd ever heard.
Yesterday, while on my way to an appointment downtown there was a guy playing plastic buckets sitting at the corner of Broadway and Morrison. While he occassionally used a lamp post for added effect, the beat he was maintaining on his plastic bucket was exactly the same as Hedgehog's heartbeat had been the week before. I'm not really showing yet (unless I'm wearing something form-fitting and you look really hard and pretend really well), but there he was broadcasting Hedgehog's life to everyone who passed by that streetcorner there.
That made me very happy indeed.
Although I am a little sad that I didn't get a chance to tip him for the joy he brought me. I was running late to my appointment, so didn't have time to cross the street to where he was, and by the time my appointment was done he had packed up for the day.
But now the world knows: Hedgehog has a heart, and all is good.