I was glad that we had such an early appointent for our ultrasound that Monday.  It was easier for me, work wise, but I was also eager to see my little one moving around, and have my worried thoughts put to rest.

Our ultrasound tech was new to us.  Her name may have been Heather.  She showed us to our room and I eased myself back onto the table (with my feet hanging off, I'm always just a little bit to long for everything.)

The image shown upon the screen.  The baby appeared to be curled into a ball, and I immediately knew.  The tech checked for the heartbeat, then wiped off my belly and said "I'll be right back."

Tears immediately began to slide down my cheeks.  The one thought that kept running through my head over and over was that I was going to have to tell my supervisor that I had been right when I thought something was wrong.

I'm not sure at what point Scott realized something was wrong, but he grabbed my hand well before the ultrasound tech left the room.

Eventually the doctor came in.  She said she was going to repeat the ultrasound, so we got to see largely the exact same thing we had just seen, then she rolled her chair to the light switch, flipped the light on, and said "I have some bad news."

I think I nodded and said "I know."

I think sometimes you try to predict how you would act in a given circumstance, and of course, you can never know until you're in that circumstance.  But sometimes it turns out that even when you're in that circumstance, you don't know how you're reacting.  All I could do was furiously wipe away tears.  I was barely able to spit out the words "what do we do?"  I know she kept asking if we had questions, but my mind was blank.