We’re having a boy!
Bridgette and I had our ultrasound yesterday, and it was most pleasing. The lady-technician pointed at a blurry gray blob on her monitor and told us it was a penis. Straining our eyes, we nodded vaguely and smiled at the news. I suppose she would know – she’s the expert. For all I could tell, we were watching grainy home video of a Siberian nightscape.
On the way out of the door, I decided to try and take advantage of my wife’s beaming good spirits. Unfortunately, Bridgette immediately rejected my Neverending Story triumvirate of boy names: Bastian, Atreyu, and Falcor. This dampened my enthusiasm significantly.
I’ll leave you with this – one scientist’s bold prediction as to my son’s eventual appearance:
That’s science!
I remember once upon a time you posting about other parents blogging about their children and the social farse of family blogs. I see now the future of JLP is destined to multitudes of poop postings about said Appolo’s arrival. Appolo was the name you chose right?
You missed the boat on this post… you should have added a penis to the illustration and said that it was the ultrsound photo.
Anyway, my sincere congratulations.
There’s nothing wrong with Bastian Atreyu Welle!!!
What about Elklor?
So, your son will eventually be missing a hand, most of a leg, and his penis? Sad.
Guy,
that’s why he’s grimacing.
Actually, maybe it’s there, but just shrunken to invisibility by the obvious steroid use.
No, Peter and Bridget’s son is destined to grow up to be the leader of a tribe in a post apocalyptic future brought about by a dispute between Dick Cheney and Nancy Pelosi. He lost his missing appendages in a battle with Bono (who will be driven mad and start wearing a mask and leather chaps. The future holds great things.