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.