My heart going boom boom boom

Yesterday Josh stole the car keys from me. I asked him twice if he left them, he assured me both times that he had.

Except, yeah, he hadn't.

Klepto.

So I am sitting here on the couch cursing his name when the DHL man comes to the door. WITH MY BABY DOPPLER!

Instantly, I stopped the crabbing about the keys and started wishign he would hurry up and come home. I sat and stared at the box all afternoon until he returned. I even made him rip open the box because I was so impatient and couldn't get the damn tape off.

So we started out really low. Just above the pubic bone. Nothing.

I could hear my heartbeat (slow) and we could hear the placenta, which oddly enough, sounds like wind whistling in a tree. Seriously.

So after messing around for like 10 minutes down low, I decided to try a little higher. What could that hurt?

So I lubed 'er up and stuck it about halfway down from my bellybutton.

Voila.

Right away we heard the heartbeat!

We both had these crazy grins on our faces and I think it must have been a little dusty in here because I got teary and we just hung out and listened to it for a few minutes. Then we recorded it for our parents and sent them an e-mail and they all freaked out as well. Josh counted the heartbeat and we think it was in the 150s, which is perfect.

Best $30 I ever spent. If you are interested, you can rent them from babybeat.com for between $40-25 a month. Great, great idea. Now someone needs to start selling home ultrasound machines and they would be millionaires.

Maybe that's what I will do. I will find someone to do the technology and then I will market it to all the crazed pregnant ladies who want way more ultrasounds that they can ever get from their docs, and I can retire in three years.

Giddyup.