The ultrasound screen shows little love sleeping inside me.
I was filled with jitters, so afraid of going into the procedure room.
Hunz held my hands and showered hugs. It was comforting but I was still afraid.
My name was called out, he had to stay outside.
The LA hurts, but the introducer hurts worse.
My focus was on the little one; like guided by the sonographer, I kept focusing on him.
The biopsy hurt like crap.
I lost count of the samples taken.
I heard the consultant said "PCR" but I couldn't remember what it meant that instance.
Then, it was all over. I was out of the procedure suite, ready to be discharged.
Three days of complete rest in bed was there waiting.