My Dad passed away January 2009, and this past year has been the hardest for me. My husband and I was not planning on a child, but two weeks before I found out I was pregnant I had a dream about my Dad. My Dad was always good about telling a woman when she was pregnant and how many kids she was going to have. He told my cousin she was going to have a boy after her husband got "fixed". Months later, she gave birth to a boy. In this dream, the only thing I can remember is my Dad telling me I was pregnant. I never really gave any thought to it until I missed my period, and still then I didn't think I was. When I took a pregnancy test, it showed the first pink line and that was it, but when my husband took a second look at it he said, "you know I can see the second pink line". And here we are 6 weeks along.