I always knew

Okay, this is gonna sound really weird/creepy: I always knew my child(ren) was not going to be white and/or look like me.

For as long as I can remember, dreaming and thinking about being a mama, I KNEW.  I cannot say that I knew my child(ren) would be black, I just knew they wouldn’t be white.  I never closed my eyes and pictured a blond-haired-blue-eyed babe staring back at me.  (As unbelievably gorgeous as my nieces are, I never looked at them and thought my babes would look like that.)

Now, you could guess that before Gregg I didn’t date a lot of white guys (Gregg actually doesn’t consider himself white, because he’s Italian.  He considers himself “other” on those forms you fill out where it asks if you are White, Black, Hispanic, Pacific Islander, or “Other”) and you would be correct.  But I never pictured my child(ren) looking like a particular African American, Asian, Middle-Eastern boyfriend.  I always saw the baby as having creamy carmel skin (which could be anything from Indian to Hispanic to Middle-Eastern to African), dark eyes, and dark hair.

I write this with the following information included: I have a tendency to have premonitions that come true.  Not just feelings, but actual dreams.  This often gives me a lot of comfort in life.  For example, I always KNOW things are going to work out financially, whether Gregg is employed or not, whether the housing market is up or down, because my dreams tell me everything will be fine.  I trust that.  So, I’ve always felt a sence of comfort in knowing what my children would look like, even though I never knew until about 15 mos ago how that would actually come to fruition.

Have any of you in the IA world felt the same?