It's a _____!

So, remember how I told you the baby was massive?

Well, last week when we were at our ultrasound, at 12 weeks and 5 days for you detail-oriented folk, Blast was measuring ten days ahead, and I made the comment to Matt that if it was going to be that big, then I hoped it was a boy because I would feel guilty bringing some kind of amazon girl into the world.

And the ultrasound lady--who is amazing, by the way--just whipped her magic little noise wand around and said, "Well, there you go, then."  (Also, she had a pretty thick Southern accent.)  "Oh yeah, there you've got a little penis, and a scrotum. . .Oh, I'm gonna go ahead and call this one."  And then she typed in "It's a boy!!!!"*

Well, I'll be damned!

Cassie spelled out boy on the cake with nuts.  He he he.

Here's the part where I would put up a picture of the goods, but Matt says we shouldn't put that on the internet, and I think that's probably just good life advice.  So here's a picture I stole from the internet instead of a whale and some words.

Anyway, it's a boy.  A giant, hulking boy.  Matt's excited to take him camping and to talk to him about nerdy boy stuff like comic books and Dungeons and Dragons and sports.  I'm excited because I don't have to worry about him getting pregnant or becoming a stripper.




*Truth?  I initially wanted a girl because I have a certain fondness for bitchy older sisters, but when I found out it was a boy I was nothing but happy and excited.  And now, whenever I see a bitchy teenage girl, I just think about how lucky I am to be having a boy.  Plus, our first-born is a boy, so I feel like I know what I'm doing a little more with males.


******Baby, if you are reading this far, far in the future.  I hope you did not become pregnant unless it was part of a really awesome scientific experiment.  Also, be glad that you don't have parents who put naked pictures of you on the internet.  Those people are called child pornographers.******