Pink.

A man just came to my door with a bunch of pink balloons. I was startled and stunned and a little bit confused. But there was also a note, so then I understood.
I thought for sure that when I became an aunt, I would just know. Like something in the strings of my soul would vibrate and I would have this assurance.

The other night I had a dream that everyone could live in either space or on earth, and I went to live in outer space. And there was this man who was a captain and he had a lot of accomplishments in the space world and also his wife had died in some horrible battle that they had film footage of. He constantly watched it at night. And after I became friends with his sisters, he had something like seven of them, I became friends with him, and then I liked him, and then I loved him. Then he loved me too.
One night when he was watching the footage of his wife's death, I went to sit by him, and he grabbed my hand.
But then they sent me back to earth. I did not know before that dream how devastating it would be to see the wonders of the universe and then be sent to stand on earth again. I felt like I was dead. Nothing was beautiful or amazing or incredible anymore. It was all just dirt. And I wanted stars.
So my spaceman came to get me. The captain came to get me. And somehow, he got me back up there.

It was after that dream that I felt the strings vibrating in the core of my self. I knew. The space captain told me. Or maybe it was just the hiking boots I bought my future nephew for Christmas. But however it was, I knew.
I thought I knew.
But the balloons are pink.
And it's a girl.