It's a...boy?

I don't know if this is the continuation or the beginning of the anxiety ridden dreams, but last night's wasn't too abnormal.
According to the ultra sound, we're having a girl, but my dream last night had a little boy in it.  Maybe not so little as I think he was around 9-10 pounds.  As I was trying to breastfeed him, I realized we didn't name him, have a birth certificate or a social security card, and I couldn't remember anything after delivery.  I didn't know what else happened in the hospital or how long we were there.  Then I also realized we didn't have any boy clothes or things for a boy. 
It was eerily realistic.  It took me a few minutes to realize that it was a dream. 
Two more months...