Drafted blog post about my first pregnancy.
Last night, I dreamed about a boy. I dreamed nothing about the labor and delivery, only about the baby boy I held in my arms. He was 9lbs! NINE! He had a head full of hair and a thin line of hair above his lip.
I had a 9lb baby boy with a mustache. What?
In another part of my dream, my mom was in charge of a party, and I wasn’t sure if it was before baby or after baby (I knew that I’m still in early pregnancy and haven’t told anyone, but chronologically in the dream there was a baby). She had all these games planned, including a table game where they had to decorate the buns for me and LG to choose our favourite. Funny. Maybe at the one month dinner.
Another dream I had was during an ultrasound (which hadn’t happened yet). The ultrasound technician was telling us that it was a boy.
I asked her, “are you sure it’s not just a toe or something?”
She replied, “nope, it’s definitely a boy!”
So there’s that…
I dreamed about another ultrasound. Not much happened in this dream, other than the technician telling us that she saw two sacs!