Who succumbs to the curiosity of peeping into the womb?
Aug 25, 2006
In many parts of the world, it is very uncommon to produce a baby whose sex the parents don’t know. Among the most affluent in America, as soon as the pregnancy is confirmed, the baby’s sex is sought, a name decided on and the school enrolment booked in advance.
Hillary Bainemigisha
In many parts of the world, it is very uncommon to produce a baby whose sex the parents don’t know. Among the most affluent in America, as soon as the pregnancy is confirmed, the baby’s sex is sought, a name decided on and the school enrolment booked in advance. Schools like Yale and Harvard get booked generations in advance.
Even in Uganda here, we can ably peep inside the womb at the little one’s private quarters and be able to welcome it with a ready-made name as it cries out its arrival. Many expecting parents know in advance and plan what clothes, colours, toys and baby stuff to shop for.
The first time I was allowed to enter the labour ward was during the birth of my third child. The scan had revealed a male and, as tradition demands, I had bought a he-goat for slaughter and went to the labour ward expecting a sex-mate. I watched as his head forced its way into the world, I said; “Welcome, Son. Yee shall be called Hilary Junior†even before I looked for some penis on his body.
Long live technology!
But the majority of my pregnant friends this season (by the way, many women have expanded their midfield - men must have been super active around this last November to January), where were we? Oh yes, the majority don’t know the sex of their bundles!
Many have told me they just don’t want to know. That it kills the fun of anticipation and suspense! They want their excitement at delivery day to be crowned by the discovery of the newly born’s sex. “As long as the child is healthy, I don’t care about knowing its sex,†one said.
But I am sure when the nurse eventually presents the baby, the father will not be looking at its face but somewhere more southwards.
From my informal mini survey, I have discovered that it is a gender thing. All the women I asked said they don’t want to know but the men would even be happier to know at the time of fertilisation. Well, I admire women’s strength of patience. But for me, and my fellow men, that patience was not part of the raw materials during creation. Where men can afford it, only a few would exist in harmony with suspense and curiosity. Just see how many risked the torturous trip to Garamba National Park to see Kony. The only women there had been sent strategically to influence their ex-bed-mate. But some men just wanted to satisfy that thirst of what new animal had relocated to the national park by force. That is why you must keep it in mind that men will forever be men. And women will forever be women. Anyone who expects social pressures to change that, is writing on water.
Any man who tries to morph into a woman is confused and will end up being despised by both sexes. Without further ado, I know you don’t understand why I wrote this.
Neither do I!
Ends
In many parts of the world, it is very uncommon to produce a baby whose sex the parents don’t know. Among the most affluent in America, as soon as the pregnancy is confirmed, the baby’s sex is sought, a name decided on and the school enrolment booked in advance. Schools like Yale and Harvard get booked generations in advance.
Even in Uganda here, we can ably peep inside the womb at the little one’s private quarters and be able to welcome it with a ready-made name as it cries out its arrival. Many expecting parents know in advance and plan what clothes, colours, toys and baby stuff to shop for.
The first time I was allowed to enter the labour ward was during the birth of my third child. The scan had revealed a male and, as tradition demands, I had bought a he-goat for slaughter and went to the labour ward expecting a sex-mate. I watched as his head forced its way into the world, I said; “Welcome, Son. Yee shall be called Hilary Junior†even before I looked for some penis on his body.
Long live technology!
But the majority of my pregnant friends this season (by the way, many women have expanded their midfield - men must have been super active around this last November to January), where were we? Oh yes, the majority don’t know the sex of their bundles!
Many have told me they just don’t want to know. That it kills the fun of anticipation and suspense! They want their excitement at delivery day to be crowned by the discovery of the newly born’s sex. “As long as the child is healthy, I don’t care about knowing its sex,†one said.
But I am sure when the nurse eventually presents the baby, the father will not be looking at its face but somewhere more southwards.
From my informal mini survey, I have discovered that it is a gender thing. All the women I asked said they don’t want to know but the men would even be happier to know at the time of fertilisation. Well, I admire women’s strength of patience. But for me, and my fellow men, that patience was not part of the raw materials during creation. Where men can afford it, only a few would exist in harmony with suspense and curiosity. Just see how many risked the torturous trip to Garamba National Park to see Kony. The only women there had been sent strategically to influence their ex-bed-mate. But some men just wanted to satisfy that thirst of what new animal had relocated to the national park by force. That is why you must keep it in mind that men will forever be men. And women will forever be women. Anyone who expects social pressures to change that, is writing on water.
Any man who tries to morph into a woman is confused and will end up being despised by both sexes. Without further ado, I know you don’t understand why I wrote this.
Neither do I!
Ends