Another Dream

We were due in June.

Since we are an "older" couple, there were more tests.

The tests went well. We had a few ultrasounds. I loved seeing our baby moving around. At one of the ultrasounds, I was laying with one of my arms over my head - the technician smiled and told us that our baby was laying the exact same way. And it was hard for Tommy, but I did not want to know the gender of our baby. So we didn't find out. The way I was eating, I really thought we were having a girl.

With our other girls, I would eat healthy - with our boys, I would eat lots of sweets.

And then there was the dream of the little girl.

I saw a dark haired girl in a garden of beautiful flowers.

Then I saw myself sitting on a bench (my bench from before) with my face in my hands, crying. The little girl heard me and came running. I felt her by me and when I looked at her, she put her little arms around my neck and hugged me tightly. Then Jesus appeared. The little girl got off the bench, still smiling at me, and took Jesus' hand. Jesus smiled at her and they walked back to the garden.

Before we were even pregnant, I told Tom I kept dreaming about a little girl trying to get on my "dream bench." The little girl was having trouble getting up on the bench. I couldn't tell why she was struggling.

After our 8th child was born, I felt I had an answer to this dream.

I will write about that later.

For now, this pregnancy was going well. Again, we did the nonstress tests for the last 2 months. This little one usually cooperated - it was the machine that didn't always work right.

I went in with Tommy to my appointment when I was close to my due date.

I was 3 cm dialated.

My doctor told me I could choose when to come in if I wanted to.

School was out that week, so we decided to go in on Friday - 2 days later.

My parents would be here to watch our other children.

It was all perfect timing.