I want to dedicate tis story to my dreams, the way i thought of it, and one of my BFF's Arielle!

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Leading To This…

I’ve never really thought about all the decisions I’ve made through out my life before. I haven’t ever really had a reason to either. Sitting here on my parents stiff couch with one hand holding my cell phone and the other gently resting on my now barely 5 month bump, I’m starting realize and wonder why I made them in the first place. Quickly glancing over at my fiancé Andrew making sure he’s still resting on the identical love seat, I make my way to the kitchen table. The clock radio reads only 6:47 this morning, as I rest my head in my hands.

Ever since I passed the 1st trimester, I counted it a miracle if my little girl would let me sleep past 7 any morning. Andrew and my mother seemed convinced that it’ll be a boy. Where as father and I agree that it has to be a girl. However do to the fact of incompetent ultra sound machines, and the technicians, they can’t seem to get a good image of her. (Or he.) That just proves the fact that it’s my little girl, seen, as my parents didn’t find out what sex I was till practically a week before I was born.

I knew that it would only be up to half and hour before mom came home with Merlin knows how much clothes for the little one. As you see, today is black Friday; my worst nightmare is more like it. Every year since I could remember I had gone out with my mother, just as excited, if not more, as she was. The only difference this year is the fact that when I’m around a lot of people, I tend to get slightly nauseous. Either that’s from my little angel or my being claustrophobic, I’m not positive.

The front door opened shaking me out of my thought process, while my mother, Jollity made her way to the kitchen holding various shopping bag’s, “Alice you have got to see the little baby suits I’ve found! There absolutely the most adorable thing I’ve seen to date!” She squealed.

Sighing once more I craned my neck back to see her holding up a light blue overalls with the caption ‘Hug me, I giggle’ written across it, with a plain dark blue under shirt. I was 95% sure that throw up was going to get on that from me in about 10 seconds.

Suppressing the urge I fought a smile and said as gently as possible, “I thought we had agreed she going to be a girl. Also that in till we find out no gender pacific clothes mom?”

If I had nickel for every time she has tried to do that within the last month, I would have enough money for a full nursery. That’s no joke; she has gone out practically every other day! Before this whole thing extra money for this wouldn’t have been possible, so please tell me how she can afford it now?

Glancing into my mother’s eyes I realized that even now she could see through my lies, and fake smiles. If I had known when I was younger all it took was not looking into them then I wouldn’t have become a habit throughout the years. It’s to late to remake those adolescent mistakes.

“I figured that if it was a little boy then you’d thank me later.” She explained. You didn’t need to guess to know she was disappointed.

“I do love that your so into this. And that you’re not mad or anything but that doesn’t mean you need to spend your whole paycheck on clothes she might not even fit into, Mom.” It took me a few moments to realize that I referred to my baby as a girl again.

She had opened her mouth to say something only to shut it again. My mother repeated this a few times before finally settling on a question. “Have you had a dream tat it was a baby girl? Where you where holding her and you knew it was yours?”

As strange as the question was I knew the reason behind it. With all of my siblings she had, had a dream where she was holding a newborn either boy or girl. All of them turned out true, figures she would ask this question. Now how do I actually answer it then? ‘Yeah Mom, didn’t I tell you I haven’t been dreaming since the nightmare I had when I lost her?’ Not something I would enjoy reliving if you don’t mind.

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