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Byline: Daphne Beal
There's the heartbeat. Do you want to hear it?" Cara said, handing me the stethoscope. She knelt beside me and positioned the chest piece low on my nearly seven-months-pregnant belly. Even when I concentrated it sounded so faint. My two-year-old son, Owen, came over to watch. Did he want to try? He did, but then he got shy and ran back to his trucks. Cara produced a battery-operated Doppler monitor and broadcast the heartbeat into our living room to an audience of four: myself; Owen; my husband, Sean; and our baby-sitter. We all listened raptly to the steady sound. Afterward Cara and I had tea at the kitchen table while I peppered her with ...