The Wait is Over - for now.

We went in today for the baby's ultrasound and the doctor showed us his penis. I said "Look doctor, you're penis appears to be in fine form but we're just here to find out the sex of our baby". Hey Ohhhhhhh!

That joke is probably older than ultrasound technology. In fact, old tribes used to sit around the campfire and the proud expectant father would say, "We went in for our cave sketching today. Medicine Man show us penis. I say, look Medicine Man, we respectful of your fire stick, but we just want to find out if baby is hunter or gatherer."

Stephanie just read this over my shoulder and asked, "Are you ever going to be sincere about this?" Yes, I am very excited to have a little boy. In fact, I think it finally hit home today as it was one of the first day's in a while that I wasn't stressed out about work and all I could think about was "Who could I tell?" I think my dad was most excited because he collects guns and I . . . well let's just say I don't collect guns. To put it another way, he has a subscription to "Shotgun News" and I have a subscription to Esquire. Maybe when my dad takes his grandson out into the hills for target practice like he did with me when I was 5, when the gun ricochets and knocks him on his ass with his ears still ringing, he'll look up at this old Greek guy standing over him and say, "Let's do that again." And not, "Can I go help mom with dinner?"