I used to hate dreaming. I woke up so confused sometimes and I just didn't think it was fair that my mind could play tricks like that. But lately I have enjoyed my dreams. Two in particular.
For some reason I was at the store....pretty sure a grocery store, but you know how dreams can be.....and I was with my friends. There was a little boy in my cart. He wasn't an infant, he was more of a toddler. I remember taking him home and putting him down for a nap and just being so happy/proud that he was mine.
Then on Sunday night, I again dreamt of a little boy. He was smaller this time, but not an infant either. In my dream he said "mommy" for the first time and I have never felt that happy in my entire life. I was still dreaming, but for some reason I could feel that happiness in every inch of my body.
So, I don't need to wait for an ultrasound to start decorating. I have my answer. Then yesterday some friends stopped by the office and asked if we wanted their baby swing and bouncer they were about to give away. Of course I did, so I sent Jake out to fetch our presents... and they were green and blue!