599-Long version :)

Wow, head is still spinning.  That last post was my first via text-hence the brevity. :)
Here is my usual long winded self version...

I was going to try and be there for the draw at 12, but I had a friend (Charlie's godmom) watching him since the draw was during nap time.  I decided to go over there early to visit, for Charlie to have some play time with her kids, and to put him down myself to make things easier.  So I started putting him down at 12, and it took a bit, and ended up also waiting awhile for the lab to call my name.  I left there at 1:10 since it would take about an hr and went to the bank, grabbed some lunch, and said a rosary (to be completely honest this is far from a regular occurence for me-so much so that I have to use my cheat sheet!). 

I couldn't help but look into things as "signs."  It is the most gorgeous day here-almost 60 degrees with bright sun shining so I thought that was good.  However, I thought Fri was luminous mysteries, and was bummed to see it was sorrowful (makes sense in hindsight since it is the day of Jesus' crucifixion).  But then Catholic talk radio was doing the most beautiful program on St. Rita, who happens to be a saint a church at the abortion mill had a special devotion to.  He prayed to her for us on a retreat and it turned out I was pregnant with Charlie at the time and didn't know it.  So I smiled at that "sign." (I had never really heard of Rita before or since).

I returned to the lab and the women was kind enough to say: "shall I say it or do you want me to print it out?"  I said, please print it out.  I always like tangible proof, and I was afraid I was going to lose it in the lab anyway, already taking deep breaths and rocking.  She handed it to me, I looked down, and didn't see the number right away.  I thought better and decided to walk out of the lab with the paper and look in the hallway.  I kept thinking-300 is bad, 400 is okay, 500 would be great.  I saw "599".  I looked again.  I ran back in the lab.  I asked the woman, am I looking at the right number-I just want to be positive!  She smiled and said yes, and I said "okay, then this is really good news!"  and left, no floated, to the door.

I got outside the hospital before I called dh and I barely got out "it tripled" before I completely lost it, sobbing on a bench I found.  It was just so much build up of anticipation, etc.  All day I had been replaying scenarios about if it was bad news, then if it was good.  He said he was just about to call me, figuring I had gotten bad news and was trying to get it together before I called.  Being a CPA he wanted the numbers again, told me it was 2.89% (haha, he had to figure the percent, so him!) and we went over the numbers of the other babies and felt reassured.

I made a few other calls-IV place, best friend, and emailed our priest.  Dr. Hilgers' office called in case I didn't know my hcg (they were faxed a copy) and then they told me prog from P +17 was high zone 3 and I can half my shot dose. 

I am now waiting for the IV place to call me back.  I am going to spend the rest of the day praising God!  We have officially passed another hurdle!  Thank you so much for all your prayers-you guys are amazing!  Please keep them up!