Bueller’s Kitchen

More from my friend Nic who is expecting his first child with wife Lori and attempting a natural birth.

Week 31

I started dreaming about the baby this week. 2 dreams in 3 nights.

When Lori and I got pregnant we decided that we would find out what the baby’s sex was when we could. When that day came neither one of us was really ready to know. I’m not sure exactly why we chose to keep the gender under-wraps. The idea that it’s one of those last great surprises didn’t really work on us (as whenever we’d find out would be a surprise).

It may have boiled down to the idea of Lori greeting our baby. Not a little boy or a little girl; our Baby. We’ve been trying to make this birth as natural and ‘human’ as possible from the on-set so maybe the idea of finding out the sex before the baby is born is hypocritical? I don’t know precisely why we changed our minds but I’m cool with it.

My sub-conscious however has a new hobby…

My wife reads these, so I won’t let all of you know yet what sex our baby is, but I know. Deep down, in my dreams, in my soul…I think I have met my baby. Cute little bugger, I gotta tell ya (comes from the mom’s side).

3 nights ago I dreamed about the birth. Vivid and glorious. The baby arrived and was immediately placed on Lori’s chest for some valuable skin-to-skin. The two of us were euphoric. After about 20 minutes, I finally turned to Lori and asked her what the sex of the baby is.

I’m not a Freudian type. Dreams to me are just dreams. I don’t really ever try to analyze them; it would be a waste of time. Most of my dreams involve the re-living of some past glories on the sports field. But…this dream did tell me one thing. The sex of the baby doesn’t matter to me at all.

The knowledge that deep down I really don’t care whether it’s a boy or a girl is important for me. In the hunter-gatherer society we live in, where boys are sometimes more revered, I am completely at peace and ecstatic with having a girl…NOT that that’s what I’m saying here. Don’t read into this Lori! In my dream I was ecstatic BEFORE we even found out the sex. That’s my point. When I found out, it only brought me to an even happier place.