He'll go on to do great and wonderful things.

My pregnancy was planned; I monitored my cycle for two months beforehand, and developed calendars that showed my ovulation window, time to test for pregnancy, and -- if positive -- a due date. My husband, Ron, and I took advantage of my ovulation window and then waited for the day I had marked on my calendar to take the test. As the circled day drew near, I purposely erased the date and extended it three more days. Nevertheless, the test came back "negative". It was our first try -- no problem -- we could try again next month. I readjusted my calendar.

Two nights later I had a dream. I was standing in a field by a lake in our neighborhood. I was facing the north and large billowy clouds began to roll in my direction. Suddenly, yet softly, a beam of light split through the clouds and illuminated my body. I gazed upon my arms and hands; they were glowing in an out pour of iridescent showers of golden crystals and sparkling diamonds that permeated my skin. Yet, in the midst of this splendor, I became confused and began to panic, "Am I dying?!" I shouted out in my sleep.

A voice, soft and loving, spoke to me words that I will never forget: "Your son is with you, and he is anxious for life. He'll go on to do great and wonderful things."

I was puzzled and thought to myself, "How can this be? I'm not pregnant."

The voice continued, "He has much to do, and many obstacles to overcome. Know that he chose this path, and he's counting on your love and support."

I woke immediately, and without thought I darted into the bathroom to take a second pregnancy test. I focused on my watch that sat on the bathroom sink. It was 5:12 a.m., January 2, 2001. After a few moments had passed, I closed my eyes and said a little prayer, "Please, God, let it be positive." Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked at the stick. "Positive / Positive".

My heart skipped a beat, and tears welled up in my eyes. I went back to the bedroom, and gently shook Ron's shoulder.

"Honey," I whispered, "Honey, wake up."

I clicked on the small light next to the bed as Ron woke and asked if I was ok.

"I'm pregnant," I told him. Ron looked at me in disbelief and then a smile grew upon his face.

"What...How...Are you sure?!"

"Look, I just took the test again," and I showed him the test stick.

Ron hugged me tightly and pulled me next to him in the bed. We laughed a little, he held me tight, he congratulated me, he congratulated his role in the process, and then he kissed me on my forehead. "I love you, you will make a wonderful mother."

I was still smiling as I went over the dream and the events that unfolded. I wondered to myself, "What great and wonderful things? Brilliant businessman? Philanthropist? President?", and I drifted back to sleep.