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This was the first time Mom and Dad got to lay eyes on our little Sprout. We were less than two months along and had a whole world ahead of us that was measured in terms of weeks and days, in centimeters and heartbeats.
Although we needed a full tutorial from our doctor to understand what we were looking at, we were able to clearly make out the yolk sack and the tiny 1cm blob that would become the new love of our lives. At this point, Sprout was measuring a bit small, but we had faith it would grow nicely.
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