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I had the sex dream



I'm not talking about that kind of sex dream, silly. About a month ago, I dreamed I was a having a girl. I don't place a lot of stock in these dreams, although I did have a dream that Dillon was a boy. But with Blake, he was a girl for part of the dream and then turned into a boy. Dreams are strange after all.

And don't even get me started on those Chinese birth charts. Most tell me that Dillon should have been a girl (score one for me) and Blake should have been a boy (score one for the chart). This time, the charts call for a girl, which is consistent with my dream. But one chart indicated I conceived at a "crossover" time, so it could go either way.

I'm analyzing dreams and charts for fun. I've said before, we weren't "trying" for one gender or the other. We already have two children. Why would we take on the responsibility of having another one and pin our hopes on it being a boy or a girl, when there's only a 50/50 shot? But still, people ask, so I had to get it out there.

Here's my general feeling on it: if I find out we're having another boy, I'm going to laugh. Boys make me laugh. And if I find out we're having a girl, I'm going to cry. Because of the whole fairy princess thing. And because it means we're stuck paying for the wedding. (Just kidding about that. Sort of.)

Bottom line, and I know it sounds cliche, but we're praying for healthy. We had a scare with Blake. Something popped up on the ultrasound that turned out to be nothing, but that put it in perspective very quickly.

Friday is my 37th birthday. That morning, my blog post will not arrive in your inbox, as it normally does. That's because I'll be having my 20-week-ultrasound, and hopefully learning the baby is healthy and developing properly. And YES, I'll find out if it's a he or a she. Because I'm not one of those people who waits.

As soon as we get the news, I'll let you know. My goal is to post around 1pm (Eastern) Friday, so keep checking. In the meantime, feel free to place your bets. The winners get the honor of knowing that they are really good guessers.

I laughed. Then I ordered cupcakes.

I danced in the kitchen and papered the walls with love