Keep those legs shut, child!

I used to have psychic dreams as a teenager. I dreamt a friend's father would die just days before he did. I dreamt that he would ask her to prom. I dreamt someone would rescue a dog. It got to the point that I had friends asking me to dream them up a quality boyfriend.

This is how I knew we were having a girl.

I talked myself out of it for awhile. Telling everyone I just wanted a healthy baby, which of course was absolutely true, it just wasn't the whole truth.

I had actually always wanted a boy first, but then I started having these really vivid dreams when I hit my second trimester of life with a daughter and I wanted it so bad I could taste it somedays. Whenever I had a dream with a baby or child in it, no matter how wacked out they were, it was always a girl.

The night before we were officially finding out, I had a different dream. I was home with a baby bundle in my arms humming and rocking it to sleep and it made me feel whole, only this time it was a little bundle in blue. Even within a deep slumber my conscious mind went, "huh...it's a boy this time". A short distance into the plot of this dream, Matt came home carrying a toddler girl.  And that's when I realized, it was a girl first...then a boy.

It was no shock the next day when they confirmed it was, indeed, a girl, but it was a joy that filled my heart to the point of tears. We were having a daughter....at least, they thought so.  After 2 hours and 3 ultrasound techs who were determined to not send me away without a for sure answer, our little one would simply not spread his/her legs (good girl, Eva!) so they couldn't be 100% sure. They told me I could buy the bedding, but not to wash it yet...

They may not have been sure, but I was. Not only was the bedding bought, but tags were ripped off, it was washed and thoroughly dried and the receipt was thrown away. Foolish? Nope. I knew this child. "It" was a "she".