I suppose I should write this down in case there’s any question later on. Saturday morning on the 16th, the weekend before we got our Bambina pictures, I woke from my dozing and announced to Kelly we were having a “GURL!” (as my neice Victoria used to say). She asked me how I knew, and I told her about my dream.
It was one of those dreams that stands out – a you-better-remember-this-you-dork dream. It was the last thing in my head before I awoke. In my dream, I was staring proudly at a wedding invitation to be delivered. It was an invitation to the wedding of an old high-school acquaintance named Gina. I didn’t decode the meaning at that point, but I concluded that the wedding invite meant we were having a girl.
After the pictures came back, I figured out the significance of the name: The name was Gina, as in “va-gina.”