Okay, so we are down to a couple of days before we find out if our little alien peanut will be a boy, a girl, or a chinchilla. According to recent medical studies the chances of us having a soft, South American rodent are such that the odds are respectively 49.5%, 49.5%, and 1%. So, here is what everybody thinks thus far (in no particular order):
Jodie – a girl named Polly
Polly – girl
Chad & Melissa-girl
Lizzie’s subconscious – boy
Lizzie’s consciousness – girl
Micah – chinchilla (I’m crossing my fingers)
If you would like to add or change your vote you have until Thursday. Please drop us a note in the comments area and let us know what you think. The winners will win something awesome from somebody someday.
And now, for a special blog post bonus Lizzie is going to relate some recent amusing dreams she had about our little fetus. Take it away Lizzie.
Thank you, Micah. I appreciate that little introduction. Although I usually think of our little fetus as a girl, when I dream of it, it’s a boy. In the most recent dream (which I believe occurred on Saturday morning), we awoke to find the baby in our bed. Despite being born about 20 weeks early, he was surprisingly large and well-developed. But, as you can imagine, the two of us were a little bit panicked. I think I was also a little bit confused . . . I thought the baby came out of Micah. The baby was still attached to the umbilical cord (which, I believe, is how I realized he actually came out of me), so we thought there might be a chance that we could put him back where he belonged. Micah went to call the doctor to find out how such a procedure could be performed, but before they could tell us what to do we realized that he was a happy and healthy little boy and we might as well cut the cord and enjoy him.
My first birthing dream was somewhat similar in that he was born 20 weeks early and came out smooth as a greased pig (only in a hospital and with a doctor). Of course we were really surprised about it so we decided not to tell anybody. We took him home and tried to think up a name. For some reason I thought Winston was a good idea, but I was having a hard time convincing Micah. I can’t imagine why. I also forgot the part about the baby needing to eat, but despite my negligence he grew to the size of six month old in a matter of days.
I assume if it is a girl, my dreams will change to accommodate her, but seeing as how they are so realistic anyway, maybe not.