Turkey Sandwich

So, I have to write about this.  For all of you ladies (or gentlemen) that have been pregnant (or had a pregnant wife), you know that pregnant ladies can have some serious insomnia leading to some seriously whacked out dreams.  No joke.  Being pregnant is great and all, but i'll give this little treat up in a heartbeat.  I don't think I've had a good night sleep in about 15 weeks.  Ok, so onto the random Monday post.

Last night (I swear to you that I didn't eat anything before I went to bed - as my Mom always said this will give you bad dreams) I dreamt 2 things of interest.

1.  This is my second dream that I'm having a boy

2.  I'm just going to tell you the dream.

So, Scott and I were back in Racine, Wisconsin in the 3rd house I ever lived in growing up.  It probably was one of my favorite homes - the Stuart Road house.  We were upstairs in my bedroom, yes, my bedroom from when I was 12-17 years old and I was smack-dab in the middle of birthing our child.  Thankfully, my subconscious neglected to add the parts of blood, guts, and placenta and graced us with a wonderful 2 YEAR OLD child who was not only vocal with an impressive vocabulary, but potty trained (the dream gets better).  The baby boy, who was a mere 3 feet tall, was clean as a whistle and a spitting image of his father and repeatedly said "dadda, dadda, dadda!"  When asked who I was, the baby stated "momma!" (all going as expected) and then...I asked him what his name was and he said "I don't know, you haven't given me one yet" and I said, "well what do you want to be called?"  He replied "Brian*, Brendan*, Brandon*, Jennifer* or.....Turkey Sandwich."

I said, "Turkey Sandwich?  Really?  Okay - if you insist."  Then I proceeded to look out the window where I saw this amazing tornado, grabbed my child, pushing over my elderly Grandmother down the stairs (with whom I lived with during those 5 years) and headed to the basement with my husband for safety.  Needless to say, this was one hell of a dream.

I called Grandma today, and she seemed fine, so it was no premonition of her of any sort.

Per my RN friend at work, who happens to be Korean, she says that an OKWT (Old Korean Wives' Tale) states that if you have good, sweet dreams, you are having a GIRL, and if you have scary nightmares, you are having a BOY.

I'll give this one to the BOY without any question.  Weird = bad to me.

Girl - 7
Boy - 6

Maybe it means I'm having a boy.  Or as my Mom states, dreams mean the opposite, and maybe I am having a girl.  I'll leave it to fate.  Perhaps right now, it's up in the tornado with the rest of the munchkins enjoying Oz (aka, Hotel Uterus) before it comes to reality.

*names have been changed to protect confidentiality of future baby names.