Dream a Little Dream of Me

Okay. I'm going to go out on a limb here and say I think we're having a boy. Keep in mind, that this is based entirely on a dream I had few weeks ago wherein I was hanging out with my son, a three or so year-old with a bowl-cut like my mom used to give me. It was very vivid and realistic-like and nothing very eventful happened in it except that we were just hanging out and I remember thinking he was a pretty cute kid. I never have dreams like this and, for this reason, it was memorable. Plus, I dreamt it before we knew Raegan was pregnant. Which is kind of peculiar. Not that that means anything, but until we actually see a penis, at this point I suppose my dreams are as good a source as any.