We’re Having A Baby ______!!

The midwife called and told Her Pregnant-ness the results of the ultrasound. All is normal and the baby is developing as expected. Preg-o was happy to find out the gender of our spawn – we’re having a boy! or a girl! or a boy! or a girl! Can’t let the cat out of the bag but we’re happy and excited.

Now she can go out and buy those irritating gender-specific baby outfits she’s been eyeing.

Personally, I’m still planning a 20-year trip to Albania.

It’s funny how some people want to know what the sex the baby is, while others have asked us not to tell. I know my Mom would love to know but my Dad has asked us not to say. And The Boss has declared we’re not telling anyone so we can have a bit of a lottery for baby Peach’s delivery date and gender.

I’m happy and so is she – as we said before it doesn’t matter what gender the little gnidge is, just as long as it’s healthy and happy and quiet and sleeps well and leaves home before 35.

And notice that the number 13 comes again. I don’t get it.