When I saw Flynn's reaction to the ultrasound, my throat closed as I blinked back my own tears and stared through the blurriness to the screen, at the tiny, precious life growing inside of me. The doctor worked silently as if he was aware of the charge of emotion Flynn and I were experiencing, and a few moments later we had somehow managed to compose ourselves. It was at that point the technicalities of my pregnancy began to be discussed.
"According to the measurements you are seven weeks and five days of gestation. The measurements are in correlation with your last period date. Everything seems normal at this time, I'm happy the baby is developing normally..."
Flynn exhaled heavily, and squeezed my hand again, giving it a tight little shake to demonstrate how relieved he was to hear those words.