I never thought my dreams were really telling me anything until the ultrasound technician showed me a winkie on the screen, and I was not the least bit surprised to see it. I have been having dreams for about the last 2 months about the sex of our unborn Deuce. I have NOT EVEN ONCE dreamt he was a girl.
However, after preparing to ship keepsake clothing to my mom and donate the rest to charity (we can't store it anywhere here, and it may be quite a while before the next kid(s) come along), I've started having doubts about getting rid of them for fear that Deuce is really a girl and everyone was wrong, or that he has a twin sister hiding in there somewhere. It is, of course, ridiculous, and I'm trying not to go nuts about it. But there is something painful and final about packing away all of your baby girl's clothes that she can no longer wear and NOT save it for a future sibling.
I am really having a hard time letting this all go.
I am excited about my boy, though. Luckily, we chose not to find out the sex of our firstborn, so we have plenty of unisex stuff to get us started, and I feel good about being able to use that stuff. I am also quite unashamed to ask for free clothes from other families with older male children who don't need their baby clothes anymore.
But the bottom line remains. I am certain I know how the mother feels when she sends those baby clothes away. Wow, what an intense feeling!
