I fell asleep last night on a pillow soaked in tears, fists wrapped tightly around crumpled hankies, and I know I wasn’t the only one. Yesterday was the first time I experienced that moment of trepidation when the nurse assures you, “You’re only 11 weeks and two days – it’s still a little early to hear the heartbeat sometimes.” That sinking knowledge that you’ve heard in the past the little flutter of a heartbeat can be heard on that small machine  ...