Delayed reaction

So, it's Sunday night, and waaaay past Thursday when we had the ultrasound. Sorry for the delay.

Tim, the ultrasound technician, greeted us with his coke-bottle glasses and weary smile, as he walked us back to the room. He squeezed the cold jelly on my tummy, and placed the doppler on top.

He found a heartbeat. A heartbeat with 171 beats per minute, which is the same as a week ago.
(VICTORY!)

But, he also found the hematoma. And a bigger hematoma at that. Turns out, it grew a centimeter.
(CRAP)

Tim told us that he's seen women with hematomas this large before. Some have made it to term, so have not. He asked if we wanted to come back in a week to check on the mass again or wait two weeks.

Brent fielded that question for me. "Next week. I don't care if it's Christmas Eve."

So ... 9 a.m. Dec. 24 it is. Praying that this little miracle continues to fight for his or her life. Praying that this stupid blood clot starts receding. Praying that we make it to July.