The Power of Dreams

I have lots of things to dream about as of late. School, my new job, and my new class have been on the agenda lately. So has the tropical beaches of, well, let's be honest, anywhere warm. And the little bun growing in my oven.

Last night, I had quite the dream. March 7th Jeff and I will find out if the baby is going to be a girl or boy. I have my thoughts, and so do some other people. With March 7th only a few weeks away, it may as well be an eternity. It seems just as far away as the warm weather. I am slightly unsure that I will be able to make it to then without knowing. So, I'm not sure if I should take this dream as a hint into the sex of the baby, or as a complete joke. 

In my dream, before the March 7th date, the baby made a surprise appearance. Born less than halfway through the pregnancy, I gave birth to a child who basically walked right out of the womb. The baby literally walked, fully clothed, across the room. Jeff and I, happy the baby was healthy being born at just 18 weeks, were hellbent with anticipation. Then, our sweet baby child unbuttoned it's little pants, looking down them, and declared, "I'm a boy!" 

A cute little boy at that. One who obviously was extremely advanced, at just a few minutes old walking, talking, and in need of no diapers. I also lucked out in that half gone through less than half of a pregnancy, I gave birth to this monstrosity of a child after gaining only 8 pounds. If this dream turns out to be truthful, we are in for a wonderful treat!