Today Emily went in for a sonogram which would narrow the list of potential names by 50%. In a testament to man's ingenuity and God's unfathomable generosity, I was able to watch the procedure on the internet in real time from the other side of the planet. The connection wasn't great. And I had no idea how to interpret the blurry mass on my screen, but in a small way I got to be there. And for that I'm grateful.
Things were sketchy at first. Apparently when the umbilical cord gets in the way, interpreting the differentiating parts can be difficult, and initially the sonogramist was convinced it was a girl. I'ts a girl! Everyone celebrated! Then, after some deliberation, and the discovery of some additional compelling evidence, we had a reversal on that decision. The professional assured us that it is indeed a boy, without doubt (or with less doubt than there was when it was a girl). It's a boy! Everyone celebrated!
I really wasn't leaning one way or another. Though to be honest, I always imagined that girl diapers are much less pleasant to change with all the hiding places that need to be cleaned. So I'm happy I dodged that bullet. After all, the baby will be born in June and I won't be home until September. So I will owe Emily four solid months of diaper changing when I arrive. Not to mention 12 months of dog-feeding, carpet-cleaning, dish-washing, laundry-doing, oil-changing, grass-mowing, house-fixing and anything else you can think of that she will do on her own for a year. When you factor in missing an entire pregnancy, I should probably add another couple months to that, just to be safe.
Now taking suggestions for boy names in the comment section below.
