Don't I know you?

My first year in college I was in this super liberal program at Sonoma State called the Hutchins School of Liberal Studies.  Classes were 8 people and a professor.  We didn't take tests, we read books and discussed them.  We didn't get grades, we got evaluations.  Most of the professors were hold out hippies and exposed us to some interesting things.  One day in class we did this visualization exercise.  We turned out the lights, laid on the floor and let the professor lead us through this meditation type experience. 

We were sitting in a swivel chair and the chair turned three times.  Each time you would focus until something appeared before you.  I don't remember two of the things I saw but one is still very vivid.  It was a little boy.  Blonde hair, sweet face...about two years old.  He was looking at me with such love and adoration that I just knew he was my future son and that I would love him more than anything in this world.   I had kind of lost sight of that memory and experience until recently.

Fast forward thirteen years and I find out that i'm pregnant.  I KNEW I was having a boy.  When we had the ultrasound to find out the sex, I WAS right.  I'm so excited to meet this little guy.  To see how his personality and interests develop.  To give him crazy amounts of love and the best childhood possible. 

His arrival seems so far off yet so soon.  I have so much to do. To prepare.  I'm terrified of delivery. I make my friends tell me all of the gory details of theirs and none of them seem too scarred...My MO is to freak myself out though so that whatever happens is way less horrific that what I imagined.  However it goes, i'm counting down the minutes until he's placed on my chest and he's more than a visualization.