I will never forget the look of excitement on my husband’s face when the ultrasound tech announced “you’re having a boy!”. he lit up like a little kid. (there may have even been a dance party for one in that tiny, dark room). WE ARE HAVING A BOY! once we found out we were pregnant, I had no inkling or cares about the gender. I just wanted it to be healthy + work the way it was magically supposed to. let me be honest, it took awhile for me to get over the initial shock that we were in fact expecting. it’s hard to wrap your head around “I’m growing a human in my stomach”. something I clearly knew was possible for women to do, but it’s on a whole other level when it’s your own body creating the miracle. you’ll still hear me utter “there is a human in there” or nearly jump out of my chair when he kicks. maybe it’s something I’ll never get used to or really grasp. it’s crazy, wonderful, terrifying + magical all rolled into one.
everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, said I would have a dream about the gender of our little one. I’d hear stories of how friends correctly predicted the gender because it came to them in their sleep. I took this as one of the many crazy pregnancy myths or wives tales. well, my mom had a dream about what her first grandchild would be, around week twelve. she was fully convinced it was a girl. I hadn’t had a dream. so, I took the future grandmother’s crazy dream with a grain of salt. then there was my husband’s sincere hopes for a boy. well, the night before our ultrasound I had THEE dream. it was so vivid. one of the dreams you wake up and wonder if it had really happened, that kind. I woke up, tapped my husband on the shoulder and said “we’re having a boy”. although we would’ve been thrilled beyond words either way, I’m pretty impressed my dream was accurate.
did you dream the gender of your little?