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Pregnancy brings its share of ca-razy dreams, but I usually can't remember them upon waking. During my nightly potty trips, I shake my head over the craziness, promising myself that I will remember in the morning, but when morning comes, my brain is wiped clean with only the knowledge that I had dreamed something weird. But I did remember this dream from last night . . .

I was back home in Florida, and I had plans to go see a movie with some of my family, including my dad, my sister Dione, my grandma MaBelle, my aunts Joyce and Deborah and some others. There were to be 11 people in all, and we were going to see "Titanic." So, we were standing around outside some building, and I can feel the baby moving inside of me. It was a circular motion and it reminded me of a washing machine. I told Dione to feel the baby, and then I let my dad feel it. So then my dad takes my belly off, and it's like some kind of contraption that was held together with wing nuts. We unscrew the nuts, and there's baby! It was a HE, and he was slender and covered in the waxy vernix. He kinda had a little smile on his face, and he was sitting breech and his legs were crossed. I remember wanting to stroke his little back, but I didn't want to introduce any germs to him. So, we looked at him for a little while, then we screwed the belly back together and I was all pregnant again. Weirdness!

I'm trying to figure out why I keep dreaming this baby is a boy! It's been that way the entire pregnancy, and that's why I was so surprised when the doctor told us it was a girl. With all the baby girl stuff we've bought, there had better not be any surprises in that delivery room! I think I'm going to make Dr. Michaelides check extra carefully at our next appointment . . .