I've been doing my best not to think about tomorrow's ultrasound too much. At 6w4d, I know we might see the heartbeat or might not. I keep telling myself that if we don't, that just means I'll get to go back next week. We're scheduled for right away in the morning, so at least I don't have to try to make it through the work day!
Regardless of what we see, I'm asking for a picture. My greatest regret from my previous pregnancies is that I only have one picture, of the little one at 7 weeks we lost in December. That picture is still on my fridge, and is on the list of five things I'd take with me in the event of a fire. I can't wait to add a picture of this little one.
I hope I have the nice tech tomorrow who points things out to me. And I need to remember the kleenex.