My Dream Told Me I was Having a Girl Before the Doctor Told Me

Do you believe a dream can tell you what your future holds?

I never really did until I was about 12 weeks pregnant with my first baby. At the time, I really wanted a baby boy. Actually, I absolutely did not want a girl. No way, no how was I having a girl. 

In fact, I was super hopeful I was having a boy because I could not afford to have a karma daughter. What is a karma daughter you ask? A karma daughter is a daughter that the baby gods give you as a reminder of how much of a raging hormonal teenager you were towards your mother.

I prayed to the baby gods to give me a son so I could avoid the whole karma daughter drama.

But then, I was about 12 weeks pregnant and I had the most vivid dream. And when I woke up from that dream, oh man, I just knew. I knew I was having my karma daughter.

Don't get me wrong, I love my baby girl. She's the best thing that has ever happened to me in my whole life. And in a weird twist of events, after having my baby girl, I want 2 more girls. But, to be quite frank, I am scared out of my mind regarding this whole karma daughter phenomenon. 

To my beautiful karma daughter,

This is what happened in my dream. It was such a vivid and color filled dream that I will never forget.

As I walked on an ordinary beach, I stumbled upon a hidden cave. The cave glowed and illuminated a soft neon blue light. A glow so bright yet, so gentle. It was a cave more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.

The glowing water was shallow, about ankle high. I searched and searched for seashells. But, to my dismay, I couldn't find any. Then, a kind hand opens their palms and hands me the most beautiful seashell that I had ever seen.

The seashell's beauty took me to another world, another place. My heart skipped a beat, as I was mesmerized by its beauty.

The shell was encrusted with patterns of shimmering white pearly swirls, pink lines of hypnotizing twirls, and twists of silver and gold glitzy glitter. All of the colors daintily outlined in a pastel blue hue.

I looked up to thank the kind hand who gifted me this seashell. I was met with the loving eyes of your father. I asked him, "Can I look for more?" He replied, "No, we have no time. We have to leave." 

I followed your father's lead. He took me through the most petrifying roller coaster adventure. As crashing waves, the size of fishing boats, hit me like a ton of rocks, all I could think about were two things. My mind and exhausted body raced as I tried to keep close to your father. My racing mind was consumed with the thought of holding onto my seashell for my dear life.

At this point, that seashell was more precious than my own life.