trust my intuition

Just before my doctor began my ultra-sound I told everyone in the room that I knew my baby was a girl and she would measure at exactly 18 weeks (Doctor had been saying I was 17 weeks 4 days, by his calculations).

I love my doctor. He just gave me this look like, “You’re crazy, but whatever… let’s just find out!” He cracks me up.

Guess what – I was right! I even amazed myself!

Well, I have someone at school who believes it anyway. He acts like he’s joking when he says it, but I KNOW (of course, I do!) he really expects things to happen if I say they’re going to happen. I told him to eat a steak, because he was anemic (in my opinion) and that he would get sick if he didn’t. Well, he didn’t eat the steak and guess what? He got really sick. There have been a couple of other times when I knew the future. WOOoooOOOooOOoo – cue the spooky music to play!

...is a great book I just read about using your intuition to avoid being a crime victim. Basically the author talks about how your subconcious mind knows things you are not even aware of at the time and if you heed its warnings you will be safer. It has interesting examples of people who listened to their intuitions and those who wish they had.

Today, Hubby began a two week period in which he is not able to call, email, etc. So… 2 huge decisions are mine to make…

He told me to go ahead and decide whether we should put the house up for sale or try to rent it out, and then begin work on it accordingly (after I get advice from this realtor Hubby knows). I have help from a good friend on the repairs, but this is overwhelming!

The Air Conditioning people are coming to do a diagnostic today. I get to decide, based on what they say, if we need a whole new unit, or just a motor and service, or what. I think I will try to recruit help with this one…

I’m not used to doing stuff like this. Time to find some confidence, I guess.

My DIL asked me which I thought she is pregnant with – a boy or a girl. I didn’t have a strong feeling either way, but she urged me to guess. I said “girl.” Then the night before she had her ultra-sound done I dreamed that she called me afterward and told me it was a girl. Of course, dummy me, I left a message on her voice-mail telling her that(in RL, I mean). Well, neither part of my dream came true. My son called me (not DIL) to say that they’re having a son!
Don’t get me wrong – I love boys and having a grandson will be lovely. I just hate being wrong!

how much easier it is to “prove” that following your intuition would have been correct, in hindsight when you haven’t listened to it, but wish you had.

An example – Before I tripped over my hyper dog and broke my nose, I’d had the strangest urge to let him off the leash (which I NEVER do in neighborhoods, because he isn’t car-smart). Had I done so I would have never broken my nose, but then I also never would have known how good my intuition was on that one, or that I’d even avoided injury at all.

An example of the opposite – Sue had a bad feeling about a motel we were thinking of staying in. I was so tired I didn’t even give a flip. I just wanted to sleep. We wound up not staying there, and I can only think (in retrospect) who KNOWS what calamity we might’ve avoided (only God, I guess)? The clerk was locked behind thick glass with the lobby locked up tight, one window was busted and covered ihn tarp, and the area DID seem seedy.

Too bad we can’t be more certain of the times when our intuition saves us from bad experiences….

is always trying to get me to clue in on things I can’t understand otherwise. When I listen to it, which is more often lately, I usually wind up joking that I must be a little bit psychic.

Some random things …
That young, pretty, athletic girl I was worried about IS the type who tries to break up marriages. Hubby runs with at least a dozen girls (He’s way faster than me) and she’s the only one who’s ever worried me in the least.

I KNEW which way my lost dog had wandered, even to the point of knowing he’d turned back and been picked up by a car (“I think someone has picked him up. Turn down that road.”)Sure enough he was in the car with someone.

Found an inflamed and painful tick bite (and tick) between my Golden Retriever’s toes. I wasn’t looking for it. The way it happened was WEIRD, because I unthinkingly (and very sleepily) just pinched the webbing between those toes (something I never did before) right where he needed me to help him with his painful owee. I’d just woken from a dream that he had ticks all over him and was hurting.

These are the only examples I can remember right now.

Oh, one more…

When I work crossword puzzles right bfore I go to sleep, my sleeping subconcious (without my trying) sometimes fishes out names from my memory that I never even knew I’d known. In the morning I fill it in and it’s right.