agrees wholeheartedly that the heartbeat of a baby at 4 months in utero sounds like a car driving over a bridge, as Jer so adeptly put it this morning.
It turns out that "pony" and "bongo drums" are the most popular comparisons. In any event, listening to the baby's heartbeat remains our favorite part of the monthly trip to the doctor's office. Whizzing in a Dixie cup is a close second for me.
We also agreed that under no circumstances will we name this baby Griswalda (after today's nurse). She was cool and everything, but Griswalda is out.
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