I step into my brother and sister-in-law's house and call for them but there's no response. There is life in the house, my nephew is banging and crashing somewhere down the hallway, I hear the television downstairs, and a hurried, whirring sound coming from the dining room. I head toward the whirring, hurried sound and suddenly notice stacks and stacks of fabric on the floor, the couch, and as I enter the dining room I see more stacks of fabric piled ceiling high.
My sister-in-law is a wonderful seamstress so I immediately rule this behavior as acceptable, although the excessive amount of fabric is alarming, but assume that she is probably working on making her own wardrobe. I wonder if I can convince her to make a few clothing items for me? She is bent over her sewing machine pushing fabric through, cutting thread, and never looking up.
I begin to browse the stacks of fabric, looking for a color or pattern that might appeal to me. Upon browsing I feel disgusted. The prints and color are very childish! My first thought is, "I have to stop her from making clothing out of this material! She will look ridiculous!" I turn on my heel and sprint toward the basement where I am sure to find my brother. My plan is to convince him to stage a fashion intervention for his wife. I burst through the door to the den and before I can tell him of the fashion horror I witnessed upstairs, he smiles. He smiles proudly. Then, all at once it hits me and I stop.
Breathlessly, I say, "She's? You guys are having another baby?"
He nods, "And it's a girl."
Then. . . I wake up.
I've had this same dream for three years now, probably twice a year if I had to average it out. First of all, I am pretty sure it means that I think a little too much about clothes and fashion. . . Each time I've had this dream I have immediately woken up and thought Yeah, that's not going to happen. I had long since written off the idea of my brother and sister-in-law having another child only because they seemed good with one and never openly talked about having more.
Two weeks ago I had the dream again and when I woke up I had butterflies in my heart. Hope, maybe? Or did I know something? I tried to forget it but have had thoughts of a little baby girl in their arms (okay, my arms too) ever since.
A few days later, I was on the phone with my brother and we were discussing careers or something. I wanted to blurt out, "You two should have another kid! I will help with diapers!" I thought better of it and kept talking about the economy. Before signing off from the call my brother said, "Oh yeah, and we have something to tell you." I excitedly yelled, "Wait!! Don't tell me!! I want to guess!! You're pregnant!"
I said, "And I know it's a girl, I had a dream about her!"
We won't know the baby's sex for a while so I'm going off of gut feeling and a crazy weird recurring dream. For the record, my sister will roll her eyes at this because I was so sure that her second child was going to be a girl (so did she) but he's a he :) and I love him.
Anyway, my 5 year old soon-to-be-a-big-brother nephew told me, "I am going to have a sibling! I want a girl because she will have her own room and play with her own toys." <---- He's going to have to talk to my brothers about how well that worked out for them with their sister. :)
If you need me, you can find me at Babies R Us. The End.