Baby Dreams

Three and a half years ago, when I was in the early weeks of pregnancy with the Bean I got a phone call from my little brother one day.  His message was, Hey, I just want to warn you.  I guess Grandma had a baby dream the other night and now everyone thinks your pregnant.  I guess her dad used to have dreams about the grandkids before they came….so anyway, just wanted to give you a heads up.  I was a little stunned.  Way to steal my thunder Grandma.  We were going to see my family in a couple weeks and wanted to tell them in person, so of course they really didn’t know I was pregnant.  Except, apparently they did.

So I got on the phone and mustered up my best teenage lying skills and convincingly told my grandma that no I wasn’t pregnant, but ha ha that’s a funny story.  Really? A dream Grandma?  Oh you’re funny.  She was cute about it and laughed and was like Well, you never know.  It worked and she believed me.  Then a couple weeks later when we saw my family in person I remember saying, You must be some sort of prophet grams, because I am pregnant.  I still remember the look on Grandma’s face… now she was the one who was stunned.

Fast forward to this past summer.  I was pregnant again.  It had taken a lot longer than the first time and we had started to worry that something was wrong.  When I finally got pregnant we didn’t wait very long to tell our families.  I remember calling Grandma and asking, Have you had any baby dreams lately Grandma?  She said, No.  And I said Oh, well it must have been a one time thing because I’m pregnant. She was happy for us.

A few weeks later, in early September, I had a miscarriage.  Of course we were sad and it was difficult, but we moved on rather quick.  We wanted to start trying again right away, but felt that it would probably take a long time again and we prepared ourselves mentally for a wait.

In late October my Grandma called me one day to tell me she had had a baby dream.  Oh Grams… that’s nice but I think it will be a while before I actually get pregnant.  I don’t think it’s going to happen the first month.  I’ll take the dream as a good sign though.  She agreed and we changed the subject.

Two weeks later I found out I was pregnant.  

Two weeks after that I started cramping and spotting.  Oh no, another miscarriage.  I was sure of it… but in the back of my mind I thought, What about the baby dream?  As we raced to the Doctor for an ultrasound we were both pretty convinced of the worst.  The only slight glimmer of hope I had was in the baby dream… and it truly was a small glimmer.  We got to the office and the ultrasound began.  Right away I saw a heartbeat.  I started crying.  It seemed impossible, but there it was.  The Doctor chalked it up to a threatened miscarriage and sent us on our way.  You never really want to see bleeding, but the best sign is always a heartbeat he said.  It happened again a few weeks later, and again there was a heartbeat, and again everything was OK.

So here I am, a few months along and so far so good.  Of course you’re never really out of the woods when it comes to pregnancy, but in my heart of hearts I feel OK.  My grandma had the baby dream.

*Oh and it must have been a super powered baby dream as my brother and sister in law are expecting a baby on the exact same due date.