UPDATE: This blog is not a hint of any kind. While we do plan on having a larger family, some day, but that day is not now. Just wanted to clarify.
I have a confession to make. I wanted a girl. More than anything in the world, I wanted a girl. But I also knew that since I wanted a girl so badly, that I would probably have a boy. That’s exactly what happened. So how did I deal with this, well, disappointment? There was a sign, in a dream, and all of my “disappointment” vanished after that.
You know how pregnant women have vivid dreams? Really vivid. To the point where it’s hard to separate dream from reality even after you’ve woken up. This was one of those dreams. It took place in the future, probably 5 or 6 years in the future. I was there. Dad-oo was there. And so were two kids. The first was a boy. And I felt disappointment. I’m a little embarrassed to admit that. I should just be thankful that I was having a child. But that’s the truth.
And then, in the dream, there was a second child. And it was a girl. Following around her older brother.
This dream, this sign, let me get out my disappointment of not having a girl. In real life I didn’t cry. I wasn’t depressed. I wasn’t mad. All of my disappointment was let out in the dream, and then it vanished in real life. I was thrilled when we found out that we were having a boy. Partly because of the dream, the sign, that told me would have two kids. And that one of them would be a girl.
I had this dream before the ultrasound confirmed my suspicion. Our first child was a boy.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my boy. Love him to death. I love his giggle. His constant need to run. To tackle, to shout and throw. I love that he keeps me active. And that he still cuddles with his momma. Sometimes. When he’s in the mood.
In the back of my mind I’m starting to think of the day when a second child will join us, and I’m hoping that this dream, is in fact a sign. A sign that we will be blessed with a daughter. Who has an older brother to watch over her.
But if we are blessed with two wonderful, active little boys, I’ll be overjoyed with that too. It turns out that boys are pretty cool too.
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