It’s a girl!
Erik and I were both hoping and praying for a daughter, but we each had a dream that it was a boy (as did my father). Weirdly, I actually had a dream I was pregnant when I was pregnant, but four days before I discovered it.
I called my best friend and said, “I had a dream I was holding this little baby, and I loved him more than anything in the world, and I couldn’t stop staring at him and thinking how perfect and beautiful he was. I think it was your (newborn) son.”
She replied, “Um, maybe you were dreaming about your own baby. Are you sure you’re not pregnant?”
I realized the signs were there: missed period. Bloating. Mood swings. I paid extra attention the next few days, and once enough time had gone by that it felt significant, Erik and I took the test.
But it wasn’t a he. It was a she.