Tuesday, October 24, 2006

And the Dreams Begin...

Aside from the one dream I had early on about giving birth to a two-year-old african american little girl, I haven't really had any pregnancy/baby/gender dreams yet... until last night...

In the dream, I was in the ultrasound room at the Perinatal Center, and the tech kept referring to the baby as "she" and "her" even before she put the probe on my belly. I asked her what was up with that, and she said something like, "Well it IS a girl, it's just hard to see right now." Then I spent the rest of my dream kicking myself because I had scheduled the first-trimester-screen ultrasound for 11 weeks instead of 13 weeks, where it would be more likely we'd be able to see for sure.

Don't jump to any conclusions. I'm certainly not. Ben starred as a girl (and once, girl TWINS) in FIVE very vivid dreams before he finally showed himself as boy the night before his big ultrasound! ;)

For the record, I haven't even made a decision about the first-trimester-screen (which would be in about 2-3 weeks if I chose to do it). But for several reasons I'm probably not going to do it. Which means, the gender of Baby Too shall remain a mystery to Tom and I until Christmas'ish. (as for the rest of you? You may be waiting until May) ;)

My mother-in-law has been trying to convince us it's worth it not to find out at all and I have to say, it's tempting. Were it not for the convenience of knowing for decorating and preparation purposes, I would do it just to be able to say I experienced finding out at the birth ONCE. But think my control freak nature will get the best of me.

On another subject, have you seen my tickers today? They are really making me want a grapefruit...

Comments:
Teeheehee. I don't want to find out, but if we did, I heard this really cool idea from a friend of Don's - they had the ultrasound people put the "results" in a sealed envelope, and at the shower, they opened it up, so they could find out along with family & friends.

p.s. The ticker really makes me want to THROW a grapefruit!!
 
The baby in these tickers has kind of a bad attitude. Like he/she is gonna come out a ittle hell's angel or something...
 
Hi. How did you find out he was a boy the night before the ultrasound?Jackie
 
Jackabug, it was just one of those "hit you over the head" kinda dreams... I woke up out of a sound sleep and was 100% sure it was a boy! (my husband kept insisting it was a girl up until we saw the boy parts the next day)
 
Val's idea is so cute! I sorta wish we'd have thought to do something fun like that.

I vascillated on whether or not to do the screen. We did it (not amnio, but the blood test) with both fellers. Like you, we wouldn't have ended either pregnancy regardless of the results, but I thought it wise to know as much as possible about the baby inside me before he came out for planning purposes. Lucky for us that we had two super-healthy young men, but if something had been wrong, I would have wanted to know just to prepare myself.
 
OH! I LOVE that idea. Holy cow. I might have to do that now. Hrm.

I think the prevailing PINK on the ol' site is the real sign. :-)
 
As a side note, because I have no place to blog this, I am DYING for cheesecake. OH MAH GAH. Cheesecakecheesecakecheesecake.

And now, thanks to you, I want grapefruit AND cheesecake (And pumpkin pie after I saw Ben's page.)

DANG. You can really set off some major cravings, Erin!
 
I like the envelope idea as well... but I don't think I'd make it even as far as the car before I tore it open!
 
Leslie, in my head when I put it all together, it wasn't really so much "pink" as sort of natural kind of flesh tone colors... my other site is so blue-centric... I always tend to do things in blue. So I needed something different!
 
I always knew in my heart that our first would be a girl. So much so that I was freaked out that it wouldn't be! The night before the ultrasound I had a super vivid dream that at the ultrasound we met our baby (it actually came out of my belly button for a few moments) and it was a boy!

I absolutely fell in love with that little boy and couldn't wait for him to be born so I could talk with him some more (he'd been talking to us).

That dream, for me, was the way I got over my fear of "what if it's a boy."

Then I could have a girl and not feel guilty about it! lol!
 
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