Let the Strange Dreams Begin!

I had my first strange baby dream last night.

I dreamed that I was pregnant, but I already had a son named Patrick.  I took him with me to the first doctor's appointment (he was maybe 1 year old).  At this appointment, a group of women including the doc sat around a table with a bowl of fruit on it.  The doctor sifted through the fruit until she found a blueberry which she lifted up.

Expectant mother fact of the day: A blueberry is the fruit they use to describe the size of the baby at 7 weeks (where I'm at today in the real world).

But then she put it back and pulled out a plum.  She said "nope, you're farther along than you thought.  You're 9 weeks!"  Then it got weird (ok, weirder).  She asked me, "Do you want to make a decision today on the baby's sex?  How about the hair and eye color?"  All of these things could apparently be determined by changing something with that plum.  I guess the plum actually WAS my baby??  How do these things come out of my brain?

If I see any fruit at my appointment tomorrow, I'm running away as fast as I can.

Update: I just looked up the fruits associated with the baby's size each week of pregnancy.  The baby is the size of a plum at 12 weeks.  I'm going to take that as a good sign. :)