Well, I'm definitely pregnant! My beta at 14dpo is 66, and I'm going in again on Sunday to make sure it's doubling appropriately. The nurse said it's a very "respectable number," though I do know that according to betabase, it's below average (102). That said, I wonder if I just give low numbers? Last time, my first beta at 13dpo was 81, and that was with triplets (the average beta being 170)!
(Anyway, I know that you can't compare pregnancies any more than you can predict an outcome based on a single number, so I won't think about it too much. I just find it interesting that with both pregnancies, my betas--at least the first one--are on the lower end.)
I'm excited though! I feel really good about this pregnancy for a number of reasons. Actually, I was debating about sharing this, but I figure I might as well:
The morning of 9dpo, I had the most vivid dream about my dad. I've dreamed about him a couple of times since he passed away, but nothing like this. I'm not even sure it was a dream, to be quite honest, but for lack of a better word, I dreamed that he walked into my room and stood right in front of me. I remember feeling surprised because I could see his face so clearly--it wasn't just that I was remembering what he looked like; it was as though he were right there, and I could see every little laugh line, every eyelash, everything.
Anyway, he gave me a hug, and I felt this light tingling sensation from the top of my head to my toes. Then I realized that I was holding a little boy baby on my chest, and my dad told me that he was comfortable there, like he knew the baby and what he was thinking, and I said, "Yes, he always falls asleep like this." He said a few more things about the baby, and then he had to go. I started crying and asking him to stay even as I listened to his footsteps going back down the stairs.
Here's why I don't think I was really dreaming: I never felt myself wake up. I just lay there, listening to the silence after his footsteps had faded. I was crying a little, but not like I usually do when I dream about him. Anyway, the only thing that bothered me was that I couldn't figure out why I had been holding F and not C, too. And then it just "clicked," and I realized that I don't think it was F at all, but 7.
The next morning, I took a FRER, and I wasn't surprised at all to see that faint, faint, FAINT, but really there, line.
The thing is, I don't know if I believe in this kind of stuff. Sure, I believe in heaven (and I think hell, too!), but I'm not sure if I believe in visitations (?) like that...It seems silly to even write it out...but I can't shake the feeling that it was real. And I can't pretend that after it happened, I've felt a lot of peace regarding this pregnancy. I'm not 100% sure how it will turn out, but I just feel so strong in the knowledge that right now, 7 is with me, and so is my dad.
**Love and baby dust! As always, thank you for your support!!**