This post is a little belated, as I had the dream Tuesday night. According to the wives tales, what you dream is the opposite of what you are having. According to my neighbor, what she dreamed was exactly what she had.
Mason had a dream a few weeks ago, and while he couldn't remember the details of the dream, he knew it was a girl.
I dreamed that we were in for the ultra sound and instead of seeing the little black and white fuzzy version of our baby, there was a real baby on the table before us. This baby was wearing a thin paper like diaper thing, so we couldn't actually see anything. But the tech announced that it was a girl, and when I looked, I could tell she was right.
This is the second sign that I have gotten that it's a girl. A while back while driving home after work I heard a voice that said, "It's a girl." It's a voice I've heard before and one I've learned the hard way to listen to. It comes to me like a thought, in my own voice, but they aren't my words. I know this may sound weird to some of you, but I also know at least one person will understand what I'm talking about. Call it my guide, my instincts, whatever.
Even after hearing the voice I was pretty sure I was having a boy. But now, I'm leaning towards girl.
Also, in unrelated news, I'm going to try and incorporate more pictures in my blog. Even if they don't relate to what I'm talking about. Which may be hard since I don't usually blog while I'm at home, with the camera and access to all my pictures. But that is my goal.