So when I was pregnant with Emma, I was sure I was having a boy. Not sure why, but I was certain of it. I was drawn to blue and “boy” things, and had my mind set on football games and a huge appetite. The only indicators of girl were the fact that “Emma” just sounded so natural to me. Like I was meant to have an Emma. That, and my two dreams that revealed girl. Of course, I ignored those signs and was totally floored to hear “It’s a girl” when Miss Emma arrived. I was so excited, but felt so silly for calling this poor baby a “he” for the 9 months she was in my belly!
So on to this baby…
Again, our girl name (Kendall Faith) just feels right. But maybe it’s because I can picture a sweet face and bouncing pigtails more easily now. Either way, it sits well with me, and I know it is the perfect name if we have another girl.
Now, my “gut” says boy because 1. these kicks are really, really strong and 2. My dreams have been boy. And while we’re not set on a boy name just yet, our top choice at the moment — Austin Bernard (my maiden name) — is starting to feel right. So I am back to football games and a stocked fridge.
BUT…the last few nights I’ve had two dreams and both clearly showed I was having a girl.
What the heck? Do I have any maternal instincts in me at all?