A couple of nights ago I had a dream that I was having a girl!  In the dream I was in the the doctor’s office and we were talking about stuff. Weird thing was, it wasn’t my doctor and it wasn’t his office. The room was all white and I was sitting in a really small chair. Anyways, he mentioned I was having a girl and I got upset because he gave away the surprise.

So since that dream I’ve had my heart on having a baby girl. I started looking more closely at girl names and girl stuff. I even started getting excited about sharing the same type of experiences I have with my mom. It was awesome. Marc was going to have his little princess and I was going to have a beautiful little lady.

Then last night I had a dream I was having a boy! I delivered super early and my baby came out in a little yolk sac at home. He was very tiny, like the size of a chapstick, but perfectly proportional. We had to buy super tiny blankets and he would sleep next to me on a pillow in bed. The baby had lots of hair and looked Chinese, totally Marc’s baby (we joke about our baby having Marc’s eyes and he jokes about wanting a paternity test if the child doesn’t look Chinese).

Now I’m confused. haha. Am I having a girl or a boy? I guess it’s silly of me to think that I should base it on a dream, but I can’t help it. I’m a firm believer that dreams are symbolic and have more meaning that we give them credit for. I figured that first dream was God’s way of preparing me for a baby girl. Now, I’m not so sure.

People always ask me what I think I’m having, like if i have a feeling its going to one gender over the other. And honestly, I don’t. I think at one point I felt a little bad not having this maternal “feeling” that I was having either a girl or a boy. I just knew I was having a baby and that’s all that really mattered. A healthy and happy baby is what we want. Boy or girl… they’ll be loved.