So I’ve had 3 miscarriages and my last one was the 28th of last month (April)... Anyway, last night I had a LIVID dream of a son. I walked into my living room and my husband was holding our son. I knew he was ours because he looked so much like us both. My nose, his eyes, a mix of our smiles put together on that sweet chubby face. I remember just staring at him and I couldn’t and didn’t want to look away. I was trying to remember every detail. Then I held him and just looked at him. Then something/someone said “it’s going to be okay” then I woke up. What does this mean? Is it a promise of one day I’ll have my baby, or was it my last baby saying goodbye? This baby was about 9 months I’d say judging by how big he was and tall. Half of me thinks it’s a promise for a son one day. But this last pregnancy I was 100% convinced it was a boy as soon as I found out. Anyone else have dreams like this?