Great news and thanks for the update, and also, happy Birthday. I'm glad the news is good. I got worried when you didn't respond that I'd dug up something painful. Maybe the wife finally went and looked in your khukuri box, freaked out and threw you to the curb. (You need to keep that thing padlocked.)
Thanks for thinking of us, Andy

I was gonna give an update Monday when we find out what we're having. There is just something very....concrete about finding out what sex your child is. Once the initial shock and excitement wear off when you find out, you have this limbo period of KNOWING that you're going to be a parent. I mean, my wife is getting bigger, wanting to eat weird things, we talk about names, we've done projects to get ready for having a little one. However, my wife being with child has felt more like a condition just due to the fact that you call your baby to be "baby", "him or her", "little one", etc.
Once monday gets here we finally get to say "him", "her", my daughter, my son, Evelyn, Gavin, my little girl, my little boy, etc. It cements it in the psyche as to what role I'm going to have as a father. I don't mean that I am going to love my child any less if they are male or female. I'm just saying that Brenna is "Mommy". Mom is unconditional love and nurturing. She's an equal opportunity boo-boo kisser. A dad, well it's different

It's not really, but it is...ya know?
At any rate, we're as excited as can be. We are still stoked equally to have a boy or girl. Passing around the pigskin or instilling a creeping primal fear up the spine of gentlemen suitors
