Ultrasonic Cojones!

So, I sat down to get another update together, and You-Tube was down, and wouldn't let me access my videos. I thought I'd wait until it was up again, and then I got hit with a massive school project. Well, You-Tube is up again, and our latest ultrasound is ready for viewing. Last night, as I discovered this, I was happy that I could now make a new update, but I was up to my neck with this school project I mentioned. It really got me thinking. What exactly am I doing, while people are wanting me to talk about our Baby Boy to come? I'm playing with crayons, basically.

Yep, while I'm contemplating becoming a father, and wondering about all the things I'll get to teach my son, I'm actually playing with crayons. How ironic is that? What's better, I'm paying to do this.

Alrighty, well, enough about me and my deficiencies. We're going to have a boy!!! Yay! I wasn't holding my breath one way or the other, but I am very very happy. My name may live on. Also, Debbie thinks she'll be better at dealing with a boy. I'm not sure why, but I agree. Maybe it's because she can handle me so well. Well, on with it:

Look Ma! I has Balls!

Connor is very happy to meet you all, and fortunately he is not quite old enough to be embarrassed by all of you peeking at his parts. Yep, we're stuck on Connor, and that's pretty unlikely to change. It looks as though he will be Connor William, in fact. Debbie and I actually kicked around the idea of using Connor Wilhelm, but nobody seems to like it but us. Either people tend to think we intend to torture our son (it's a middle name for crying out loud, gimme a break!), or we are starting up the Fourth Reich. Ah, well, for the sake of our son's sanity, as well as our own, I suppose we'll be using the contemporary spelling.

Oh, and to those of you who continually harass my wife to take profile shots, so that you can see the progress of her tummy growth, rejoice! She has folded! I really don't understand why I have to be so careful about how I refer to her new body-type, but other people can blatantly ask to see a bulging belly without getting backhanded. In any case, I think I'll take the first picture tonight, and I may have it up in a couple of days. One day I hope to understand the intricacies of womanly insult. In the mean time, I just keep my mouth shut. That is unless I'm telling her how awesome she looks, and that she's the most beautiful woman ever, and the baby belly only makes her more appealing, and no, Jessica Alba ain't got nothin on you, and your dang right you still do it for me, and Of Course! I'll be happy to do the dishes, rub your feet, clean the house, mow the lawn, get a degree, and be Mr. Mom! Yay, you're awesome! ( I think I'm allowed to say all of that kind of stuff. I almost got by with calling her a cantaloupe smuggler the other day, but it was a close one.)

For now, I need to get back to my crayons. Cheers, all!