Saturday, January 17, 2004

Well hell, it's a boy.

Our 20-week ultrasound was yesterday, and the baby is revoltingly healthy, big for his age, and perfectly formed in the brain-and-spine areas. So that's all good news. We are going to name him James Kenneth after Scott's dad. I had been mentally preparing for a boy since the tentative 12-week ultrasound prediction (even bought a blue coming-home outfit featuring a daddy rhino and his baby, Scott will either mock it or burst into tears when he sees it). So I'm sure I can deal. Next time though, we're doing that centrifuge procedure that gives you an 80% chance of getting the sex that you want.

My mom is planning a three-week visit if she can square it with her supervisor. MIL will come for a month directly after.

Aaaaagh.