Dream a little dream of me...

So last night was the first night I actually had a dream about the baby. So, if the wive's tales are true - I'm having a boy. At least, in the dream it was a boy...sort of.

So I'm dreaming along...and here I am in the Dr's office about to find out the sex of the baby. I'm all excited...she's doing the ultrasound, baby's looking good.

"Can you tell if it's a boy or a girl?" I ask.

"Let's take a look, shall we?" the tech says. She maneuvers the ultrasound thing around on my tummy.

"Looks like it's a boy!" She says. Then her brow furrows. "Wait a second..."

I look at the screen. Low and behold, there is a THIRD LEG where his doo-dah should be. Complete with foot and toes.

"Is it supposed to look like that?" is all I can think to ask. "I mean with the foot and everything?"

Then there's a close-up of the monitor...and there are definitely three legs.

"Well, we'll have the Dr take a look at it, but everything looks fine! Congratulations!" she says.


This isn't a good sign, is it??