My 1st hCG quantity was 81, which is right where it needed to be. The second one, however, simply blew me away. All this morning on the way to the lab to get the bloodwork, I kept talking to my baby(!!?!), telling it that I wanted a high number, at least double of the original amount.
Apparently, the baby’s an overachiever like its mama. When the nurse called with the results, they were a very impressive 204. I had to wipe the tears from my eyes, I was so happy to hear that! Passed with flying colors! I can hardly wait until school’s out, so I can tell my baby how proud I am of it breezing by the first of many tests it has to ace throughout its life.
F and I still haven’t really fully grasped the fact that we’re going to be parents. My brain keeps repeating over and over that I’m pregnant, and I’m hoping that the message starts to trickle into my psyche soon. I think the process has begun.
It’s funny, but I already think of the baby as a she. I’ll tell you why, and you may take it as you will. My sister and I seem to have the occasional psychic vibe about things. Months ago, she not only dreamed about me (finally) getting pregnant, but she also dreamed that I had a little girl. She’s correctly predicted the sex of four babies in our family, again months before they were born.
I had a very, very vivid dream the morning of April Fool’s Day. I dreamed that I was pregnant. That’s why I was the tiniest bit surprised when I got the BFN that morning. The dream was the kind of dream I get when it’s a kind of psychic/predictive dream, which meant that I remembered a heck of a lot more of it than I usually do. Most dreams I have I promptly forget, but those kinds of dreams I tend to recall later, when the events occur. Strange I know, but it’s true.