4 years and 9 or so months ago, my mum came to me, told me she had had this dream of a small boy with curly hair who said he was my son and we had called him Wayne Jr. after his dad, he was sad about it, wanted to be called something else, my mum asked him what he wanted to be called and he asked for the name Lucas. She told me this almost a week or so before I found out I was pregnant and I laughed thinking there wasn't a chance that I could be, and that any son I had would be Harry. Found out I was pregnant, found out it was a boy, we laughed and named him Lucas. When he was around 2, my mum looked at him one day and said he was the spit of the boy who visited her dreams.
So, a week ago, on Saturday, my mum messaged me to say she had had a dream I was going to tell her I was 3 weeks pregnant, of course, no one really knows properly at that point, but because I had suffered a miscarriage at the beginning of April, she requested not to be told, so I've had to swear to secrecy that I will not tell her until the 12 week scan. I took a test that day, just in case and another 3 days later, both I thought to be negative.
Oddly enough, yesterday, on my son's 4th Birthday, I got told my breasts had grown multiple times (by family on the front garden dropping off presents), I realised I was supposed to be due on the day before, ran upstairs, took a test and here we go... 4 weeks pregnant! (Let's hope this one sticks!!)
Later, I took the 2 I'd done earlier on in the week out of the bin to double check I hadn't misread, and low and behold, both positive! (Turns out the tests are 5 minutes, not 2, that'll teach me to read!) So the night my mum had her dream, I technically would have been around 3 weeks!
Here is to hoping that my mum's weird psychic dreams means this one will stick around like Lucas did