Over the course of this pregnancy, many people have asked whether or not I've had dreams leading me to predict the gender of our baby. "I just knew I was carrying a girl," some will say. "I had pink-frosted cupcake dreams and could see the floral nursery before an ultrasound ever revealed the sex."
I've had exactly two pregnancy-related dreams. Neither, by any means, have exposed a sneak peek into the gender of our child. Both, however, have managed to thoroughly freak me out and make me want to avoid dream-analysis at all costs. Window into my psyche or not; I think I'd prefer NOT to know the meaning behind these two illusions.
In the first dream, I gave birth to what I can only classify as a gremlin. The rat/bear/monkey hybrid leaped off the delivery table, scampered down the hospital corridor, and flung its horrifying body sideways up the wall. It finally stopped moving in the corner between the wall and ceiling, hovering bat-like against the white plaster. Being the ever-handy husband that he is, Tim "caught" the creature, swaddled it up in a baby blanket, and loaded it into the car. We took it home and proceeded to "care" for it until I woke up, confused and heart-thumping.
My second dream took place in the doctor's office, during a routine prenatal visit. "Congratulations!" my doctor announced excitedly, re-entering the room clutching my hospital charts (which, as a sidenote, do not actually exist anymore as everything is now digitized). "You're pregnant again!" Clearly, my look of confusion prompted him to continue. "This is not uncommon. It's what's known as an Overlap Pregnancy. You'll give birth to your first baby in a few months, and then a few months later you'll give birth to the second."
I have no idea how to interpret either of these scenarios. Furthermore, I have absolutely zero inclination as to whether we are about to have a son or a daughter (let's hope my Mother's Intuition kicks in once baby is here). Regardless, Tim and I could not be more excited about the impending adventure, and are counting the days until we get to meet our little boy or girl. Or gremlin.
