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: