8 weeks

I went to see Doctor Nabatian today. He noted that I was nervous. Luckily he had an ultrasound in his office and I saw little Olive, floating about in my pelvis. Her heart was beating. "Thanks to God!" said Dr. Nabatian. He is Iranian. I like Persian history, so rich like the designs of a Persian carpet. Like the Persian poet, I too am sate with a cup of wine, a book of verse and my lover in my arms. And Olive in my pelvis.

I love the doctor too because he is such an expert with the speculum and the swabs. I've had speculums thrust repeatedly inside me by emergency room doctors, who also pinched my labia in the speculum's jaws. I know that it takes a skillful hand to gently examine a woman.

Aaron was in France doing film producer things in Marseille but I called him and told him that I saw Olive. She is alive. He yelled out joyfully. I love technology.

I thought I was home free - my baby's heart is beating. But then on the Internet I read the story of a woman whose baby's heart beat at 8 weeks, stopped at 10. You never know. Still time to kneel and pray and prostrate myself before the gods. I have to enjoy my time with Olive know. I keep reassuring her, the world needs you Olive, mummy and daddy need you.