|another lovely one from Lemaire Photography|
I'm not usually too superstitious when it comes to dreams, but pregnant dreams are a beast all their own. They're more vivid and bold, otherworldly in comparison to their non-pregnant counterpart. The details are memorable and precise. And in all my dreams of Lucas, they were damningly accurate. More premonition than dream. I knew he would be a boy with his dad's bright blue eyes and my brown hair. When I saw him for the first time, I recognized him. This was the boy from my dreams.
But perhaps this time, my dreams have it all wrong. The wrong day (today), the wrong weight (8lb. 6oz.) and I hope to God all these dreams that she is, in reality, a boy (surprise!) are wrong too. Only time will tell.