We've reached the half-way point of the pregnancy. While it feels like November is still a long way off, the first 4.5 months have flown by. Anyway, we had a 20 week ultrasound to make sure that the baby's organs were developing properly. While there, we had the option to find out the baby's sex. I was conflicted, but we discussed it and decided to find out.
The moment we did, any conflict evaporated. It was an amazing moment. Now, I'm sure that moment would have been equally (or even more so) amazing if we would have learned as the baby was born, but man it was cool to learn that I'm going to be the father of a little baby boy.
On the way to the ultrasound, the wife and I made our predictions. Earlier in the pregnancy, we both had a feeling that it was going to be a girl. We had a name picked out and everything. I'm not sure if it was a flash of ESP or some other sort of extra-sensory prescience, but Claire called it. I maintained my prediction of a girl and she went with a boy. We both went in with the knowledge that we might not be able to find out (baby's position can impede your ability to see whether or not there's a wiener) but luckily, our baby complied and gave us quite a shot of his wang.
We would have been overjoyed whether we were having a girl or a boy, but there's something about finding out that really makes this all seem real. Now we're starting to bond with the little dude. We get to focus on boy's names and make the room a little more masculine. Best of all, I'll get to pass on my recently rediscovered collection of Star Wars figures. It's just a shame that I'll end up raising a little nerd in my own image.
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