The 'hanging thing'.

My wife and I are waiting in the waiting room.
I am quietly excited.
Today is the day I will hear the heartbeat of my second child growing in my wife's womb.

There is this 'thing' hanging from the ceiling. I'm not sure what it's supposed to be. A spider? a fantasy creature? It smiles at me as if to say '' don't worry, the midwife wont be long''.
I look at the thing and think, ''you will be my blip for the day!'', and I take a photo. 'It' smiles in return.

The midwife enters the room and beckons us to her office.

I hear my baby's heartbeat. All is well, and things just got real - I will be a father...again.

All is good.