Proof

Wednesday of last week we went to the hospital for the following two reasons:

1. To make sure everything is progressing as it should in the pregnancy; which it is. Both mommy and baby are doing just fine, and the little bugger is right in the fat part of the curve for size and weight at the mid-way point.

2. We wanted to find out the sex of the child. And even though the votes on here were evenly split boy/ girl a majority of our friends and family were convinced we were having a girl and my wife was Absolutley Convinced we were having a girl. So much so, that it started to affect me. You see, I'm analytical and level-headed by nature. I know that in the grand scheme of things the prospects were 50/50 either way (or 50.5/49.5 in favor of a boy if you go by world population studies). However, living around her the week beforehand began to wear on me to the point where I fully expected to hear the doctor say "Congratulations! You're having a girl!" And I would have been great with that. But he didn't say that. Instead he showed us this:

In case you were wondering; yes, that is what you think it is; and while not as impressive as the umbilical cord mistake seven weeks back it is proof that I "threw a 'Y'" as my dear sweet wife puts it, regardless.

It shocked her, and honestly, me too a bit; but we were both so excited. We wanted more pictures. How big was he? What way was he facing? Was he gonna do barrel rolls again, like he did in week 13? The next few photos were uninspiring: It wasn't that we weren't in love from that point forward; but he wasn't as active. We wondered if everything was ok. The doctor assured us it was. The heartbeat was fine. All other signs and markers? They were fine too. The problem? He was sleeping- and he just didn't want to get up. He was facing inward with his head towards her spine and his back basically arched across her abdomen with his head at one end and his butt at the other.

This is when it got really cool. The doctor switched the Ultrasound machine into a 3-D type of mode (that at least in my mind shall forevermore be called 'WonkaVision') and was able to focus in on our little boy's head. The pictures that came forth are truly amazing:

I don't think I took a single breath while seeing these images flash across the screen. Here was my son. With eyes, a nose, and little hands with little fingers at the ends of them. And yes, in those last two he is enjoying his nap while sucking his thumb. At this stage he's about the same size as a can of soda and weighs a little less than that. Now, if only we can convince him to keep up the heavy sleeper routine once we get him home from the hospital in July...

Oh, and by the way... we've decided on Gideon (Ian for short; which is the Scottish version of Jon... funny how things work out, huh?)