I dreamt about my dead grandmother last night. The first time I have since right after she died almost nine years ago.

She told me I'm pregnant (which I already know) and that I'm having a girl (which I desperately want). I want to believe so badly. But I am not a believer of these sort of things.

Still. It's seeping in. And it's only going to end in horrible disappointment when I find out it's another boy.

Whatever. It was nice to see and talk to her again even if it wasn't real.