Yesterday I went to my first prenatal visit. I filled out half an hour’s worth of paperwork about my health and family history. Ended up peeing into two cups and filling four vials full of blood, till my arm started getting pins and needles. I also had been felt all over, inside and out. But the true highlight of the visit was having the sonogram rubbed over my abdomen and having an image of my uterus and a tiny, tiny baby floating within its cavity show up on the the screen. Its heart, as small as a snowflake, was fluttering.