To say that we were nervous is an understatement. How many times had we been that far. We sat in the parking lot enjoying the last few moments of hope before heading to the lab. Against protocol, they allowed David in the room for the entire exam. I couldn't see the screen. David could, but he didn't know what he was looking at... except afterwards he said that he knew what an empty sac looked like, and this sac wasn't empty. He didn't want to say anything because he didn't know if everything was okay.
Quietly the tech did her measuring and then she whispered, "There's a heartbeat."
I think I asked her to repeat herself at least three times.