No - that is not the sequel to the movie 300 (yes…I’m keeping with the cheesy references).

400 is what my wife’s HCG count was from her blood test yesterday afternoon.  She is hesitant to use the P word, but I’ve used it here and there and have tried to bait her into using it on occasion.  For example - she fell asleep around 8:45 tonight.  When I moved her from the couch to the bed, I mentioned that it was pretty weak that she fell asleep so early.  I was hoping for a “Hey!  I’m pregnant!  Cut me some slack”, but all I got was a look of death.

I quickly explained why I said it.

So, next test is Friday (I beleive) with an ultrasound still to come.  The big question still remains as to how many we have in the oven, but I suspect that question will linger for a while.

All of this seems surreal.  It’s weird going back and reading the progression of how we got here.  It’s almost like it wasn’t us.

Anyhoo (as my wife would say) - I hope all of you are well…more posts as the time arises.