Baby dreams

... So Kates and I are growing more sure each day that we might be having a boy -- even though we've been discreetly rooting for a girl. ...

For starters, we adore our prospective girls name (but that's an upcoming post). Plus, one of my best friends and his wife recently had a girl, as did my brother and sister-in-law -- I'm thinking playmates. And I've rarely had problems getting along with girls -- some of my closest friends are girls.

But the idea of having a son -- and I understand how odd this might sound since it seems to be every man's dream to have a son he could someday coach or have a catch with -- ups the anty a little. It makes me more nervous. I feel more pressure to be a good father. To mold him in to a good, respected man. What if he doesn't like baseball, let alone sports? How would I take that? What if he's a hellion? ... Snap out of it! You're crazy! You're going to love him or her either way and you're going to be a great father ...

Then there's the prospect of the baby making an early appearance. And as big as Kates is getting I'm starting to believe that could happen too...

So given those lingering thoughts, I had an interesting dream last night ...

Kates went into labor and had the baby. Easy as pie.

Suddenly we were in the hospital room. It was brightly lit and flooded in whites.

And there was the baby. It was a girl ... Big head, no hair, wide eyed and adorable.

And then we were walking around the hospital with her. And trying to decide whether we should call anyone to say that Kates had the baby -- but we figured there was no rush to tell anyone because there was supposed to be at least a month left in the pregnancy and no one was expecting us to call with any news ...

It was quite a vivid dream.

So now I've dreamt we will have a boy and I've dreamt we will have a girl.

I thought this whole having-it-be-a-surprise thing was suppose to be fun.