As I type this, my pregnant bride lie asleep next to me on the couch. It seems the little thief in her tummy has been going through one of those growth spurts where her energy gets thieved. Tomorrow marks 24 weeks of pregnancy. Things are cruising along. Our baby has 10 fingers and 10 toes and they're all in the right places. The heartbeat is where it needs to be and nothing seems to be out of the ordinary. Our little meatball has all the anatomy you would expect one to have. That begs the question... is there a little extra piece that gives us a cool, little dude to hang out with? Or is the meatball sans-sausage so we'll have the prettiest little princess? Inquiring minds want to know.
We weren't going to find out initially because we wanted the thrill of the surprise as our baby joined us in the world. But temptation is tough. So we decided that we'd wait until we knew the baby was all healthy before we pulled the curtain back on the gender. That day has come and gone. So we were given the results.
People ask us all the time which we prefer. We say we don't care. People look at us like they don't quite believe those words. The truth is that I'm a guy so naturally I could identify with boy things better. Linda would also prefer to go to football practice than ballet practice. I also don't want to have to deal with young gentlemen coming for my baby girl down the road. On the flip side, there's nothing like daddy/daughter dates and I'm sure Linda would like a girl to help keep the seat down. Regardless, we will be overjoyed... but we were still curious. So we found out so she can shop and I can paint.
For some reason, everyone says the baby is a girl. The old wives tales and tests say boy. How she carries says girl. We've broken the mold and defied all logic, in true JayLynn form. I've delayed the inevitable long enough and you're tired of reading. Most have probably scrolled to the bottom by now. So with no more gilding the lily... everyone prepare yourself...
That's right. On or about April 28th, 2016 we welcome to the world and our family, MR. Meatball; although he has long since taken up residence in our hearts.