Last week, on October 29th to be exact (because I'm a date/number freak), I felt this little miss/mister move for the first time. I had thought I may have felt him or her move a few times before that, but I wanted to make sure before I "called it". We were driving under the on ramp to 75, in New Tampa heading to the new Cappy's for dinner. It had been such a nice day. The four of us went to Busch Gardens during the day, came home and took a long nap, woke up, went to Cappy's for dinner and went to Twistee Treat for ice cream afterwards. The boys were both in really good moods, and we laughed and joked with each other at Twistee Treat, "cheers-ing" our ice cream, and singing songs. Feeling the fifth Clark kick me from inside my belly was the icing on the cake.
I still don't feel him or her super frequently, so its always exciting when I do. It seems to be really responsive to caffeine. I hate calling him or her, "it". Gross. I listened to the heartbeat again tonight, and it was around 157bpm. It has stayed pretty steady at that point.
I have had several more dreams about having a girl since my last post about my crazy, pregnancy slumberland escapades. Last night for instance, I had been going through my "Pregnant #3" photo album on my computer. I am one of those psychos that takes pictures of all the positive pregnancy tests that I get. When we had been trying to get pregnant I was ordering cheap dip strip pregnancy tests off the internet in bulk. I think it was $15 for 15 tests or something like that. Not a bad deal! Once we got a positive one, I had so many left, that I would still take one every morning just to watch the line get darker. Psychotic? Maybe. Fun? YES! Anyway, back to the dream. Before I went to bed, I was going through the photos I have taken of all things related to this pregnancy. A couple of the pictures were of the pregnancy tests with the increasingly darkening lines. In my dream that night, I was taking pregnancy tests from Clearblue that not only told you if you were pregnant, but how far along, and what the gender was. If it was a boy, the test would turn blue and if it was a girl, well, obviously. In this dream, I had taken five tests. All "PREGNANT", all pink! I don't want to read too much into any of this. In the previous pregnancies, I always said that once I had "the dream" hinting at the gender of the baby, I would think that's what I was having until I was told differently. Both times, I dreamed that they were boys, and both times I was right. That being said, this time may be different. I find myself wondering about the gender of this baby far more than with the others. Not necessarily because I would be disappointed one way or the other, but because of the unknown. I know what it is to be the mother of boys. I haven't a clue what its like raising a daughter. I don't know if the dynamic is different, or if she'll bond with me like my boys have. After talking to my friends with all same gender children, they all share the same feelings. You just don't know until you get there. All of this deep thought concerning boy or girl, could be contributing to my weird dreams. Believe me, I have been using every psychological tool in my tool belt, from that BA in Psychology that is sitting on the shelf, to analyze these dreams. ------ Great now I have lost my train of thought and am singing the lyrics to "These Dreams" by Heart in my head. But I digress.
We find out for sure next Tuesday, November 12th at 6pm. Hopefully he/she will cooperate and uncross his or her legs for us!
Talk to you soon!!!
14 weeks
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