Being the freak that I am, I have ordered a BabyBeat.  You are supposed to wait until 10 weeks to attempt to hear anything, as you generally just can’t prior to that.  Today the BabyBeat arrived.  Today is also 9 weeks 1 day.  I am an impatient freak.  I have spent the past 40 minutes trying to locate a heartbeat that isn’t mine.  I have succeeded.  I called Ben so he could hear it, and he agreed that, yes, it was a baby heartbeat.  He then asked me if I was going to try to find the other one.  I pointed out the amount of time already invested in this venture.  Not to mention that they are so small and tucked away in there, that I don’t know if I would be either able to find it or even able to tell if I did.

For the moment at least, one baby is still hanging around.  Supposedly, once you reach 9 weeks, the risk of vanishing twin is gone.  I won’t know if they are both there until the ultrasound, which is two weeks from tomorrow.