Last night I had a dream that Thursday’s upcoming sonogram revealed quite clearly that this baby is a girl.
It does not change the way I feel about this baby not does it change my prediction. I know not to believe my dreams, especially the pregnant ones: those ex-boyfriends are not still in love with me nearly two decades later, and my stepmother does not recycle nail clippings.
Dreams are funny things. That said, of all my crazy pregnant dreams that one is the most likely to come true, and that would mean breaking a family record standing for over one hundred years.