and yes, there appear to be stones in both sides. Yay. But no current obstructions. A visit with a specialist scheduled for tomorrow morning. This guy is an interventionist, I am not. We shall see.
But while we were there getting ultrasounded, we asked if we could see our little one since we were freaking out, and the tech just simply did! And she printed us some pictures.
Our first successful pants-on, wandless ultrasound resulting in an image of a live fetus. Holy moly. Umbilical cord. Placenta. Baby. Heartbeat.
We both cried. And I offered to kiss the tech.
So as we move towards Monday's OB appointment, I feel really good that inthismoment all is well. It is starting to feel a little more real. Fabulous persistent insane exhaustion. Barfyfeeling icky evenings. All very reassuring.
And, an umbilical cord. Magical.