Someone's got a stem on the apple
My Pregnant Wife went to her 18-week checkup today and had sound waves professionally zapped through her stomach to determine that her tenant is sporting a harpoon.
She had a feeling that she was building us a male of the species*, and the doctor was able to confirm it. No ifs, ands, or breasts. And apparently, junior, as guys do, was having a grand ol' time shaking hands with said common denominator.
Not a lot to do in there, it seems. My wife doesn't watch a lot of TV, so he has to do something to keep himself busy for the next five months.
*homo major erectus
We truly, honestly, had no preference as to which way the determination went. With all the horror stories the military doctors threw at us about the dangers of "advanced maternal age", we're more excited that all the prenatal tests are pointing to a normal, healthy baby. Who likes Monty Python.
Now granted: it's nice that this will be the first male Gottrich born since...well, me. So genealogically, we have done our part to continue the line. And I'm really not sure I would have been comfortable with a daughter with boobs bringing home punk-ass boobwatching boyfriends.
A son! No longer a "blob" or a "peanut". And NO, we haven't come up with a name yet. Let me get through Statistical Management or whatever the hell first.
Last night I had dinner with the family of a guy in my AFIT class I've known since 1993, and it was interesting to watch the 5-yr old and 11-month old and think that this was going to be me pretty soon. The older one called me "Mr. Gottrich", which was weird since I thought the going teaching was to say "Mr. Dan." And the 11-month old kept putting his hand in daddy's water glass, sloshing the ice around and grabbing a cube, then pulling it out and crying because his hand had gotten cold, then daddy warming it up, and then baby putting it right back in the glass. 4 times, this happened. Fascinating to watch the learning process try to break through that soft little sweetpotato-stained head.
This'll be cool.
She had a feeling that she was building us a male of the species*, and the doctor was able to confirm it. No ifs, ands, or breasts. And apparently, junior, as guys do, was having a grand ol' time shaking hands with said common denominator.
Not a lot to do in there, it seems. My wife doesn't watch a lot of TV, so he has to do something to keep himself busy for the next five months.
*homo major erectus
We truly, honestly, had no preference as to which way the determination went. With all the horror stories the military doctors threw at us about the dangers of "advanced maternal age", we're more excited that all the prenatal tests are pointing to a normal, healthy baby. Who likes Monty Python.
Now granted: it's nice that this will be the first male Gottrich born since...well, me. So genealogically, we have done our part to continue the line. And I'm really not sure I would have been comfortable with a daughter with boobs bringing home punk-ass boobwatching boyfriends.
A son! No longer a "blob" or a "peanut". And NO, we haven't come up with a name yet. Let me get through Statistical Management or whatever the hell first.
Last night I had dinner with the family of a guy in my AFIT class I've known since 1993, and it was interesting to watch the 5-yr old and 11-month old and think that this was going to be me pretty soon. The older one called me "Mr. Gottrich", which was weird since I thought the going teaching was to say "Mr. Dan." And the 11-month old kept putting his hand in daddy's water glass, sloshing the ice around and grabbing a cube, then pulling it out and crying because his hand had gotten cold, then daddy warming it up, and then baby putting it right back in the glass. 4 times, this happened. Fascinating to watch the learning process try to break through that soft little sweetpotato-stained head.
This'll be cool.
posted by Dan at 4:49 PM
3 Comments:
Congrats on the bambino. Better think of some pretty cool name.
Too bad "Melon" is taken.
Congratulations! Enjoy your soon-to-be bundle of joy!
(Oh, and I'm glad it's you and NOT me! Mine are almost all grown up!) ;)
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