I hesitate to write this post, but I can't contain it any longer. I had a dream two days ago, but not just any dream. I had a name dream. As in a name dream like the one I had toward the end of last November. Yeah.
That dream last November filled me with ridiculous hope and for good reason. I actually was already pregnant when I had the dream. In fact, I was so newly pregnant that I couldn't even take a pregnancy test yet and hope to get any results.
In the dream I had two days ago, someone handed me what looked like a blank sheet of paper. I looked at the paper and suddenly realized that a name was written on it. It was written in my own script. I was puzzled because I hadn't written the name (indeed, I don't think I've ever written that name in my life) and I looked up to ask what this was about. That's when I sat up in bed.
Sounds easy, right? I suppose so, but when I woke up, I had an entirely different name in my head. So I guess you could say that two names were given to me in this dream.
I don't think this means that twins are in my future, but I do think that I dreamed the first and middle names of the next (and likely last) child I have. I only base that on the syllables contained in the two names. I'm fond of the 3-2-1 syllable flow and that's part of the reason why I agonized over coming up with my son's name. Well, I just dreamed a 3-2-1 syllable flow that will make it plenty easy to name my next baby. So easy that it's already done!
Do I sound convinced that I'll be having another baby? I am. As with the dream last November, I believe this dream is telling me that I will fall pregnant again and that I will have another baby. So here's to enjoying the journey along the way!