After the level-2 ultrasound in March, I became convinced that Heather is carrying a baby boy. However, in light of the experiences that Heather has been having with the baby stirring when she is messaging me, I have to wonder if the little human incessantly kicking my wife in the bladder is, in fact, a girl. Of course, this is very unscientific and simply speculation on my part.
Heather and I have theorized that when she starts text messaging me while I am traveling, it causes some hormonal fluctuation that is imperceptible to her, but energizes the baby. Alternatively, maybe the baby is just in tune with his or her little world and is excited when mom and dad put their thoughts together. Maybe the guardian angel who watches over our child informs the baby that mom and dad are fondly carrying on a conversation, despite the many miles between them. Keeping in synchronicity with Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, I guess there is a time to use a cell phone. Likely anyone reading this who knows me will find this to be old news, but, as odd as it sounds, I absolutely loathe cell phones (almost as much as I hate the dangerously inattentive people who drive while talking on a cell phone. Even worse are the wannabe Italians who 'talk' with their hands, or more precisely, talk with both hands while they are on a cell phone wedged against their ear, between their melon and shoulder, begging the question, "Which hand is on the wheel?") Heather will definitely attest to my fondness for cell phones (haha, fondness, yeah right!) Despite my lack of affection for telephones, technology has good points, too, when high-tech connections allow us to stay in touch across the miles. To talk with my wife, even when we are not together, using the telephone is a worthwhile sacrifice even for a guy who absolutely despises telephones. I like my wife. What can I say? But I digress...
Many people ask me if we are having a boy or a girl. My answer is always a resounding “YES!” I am convinced that we are, indeed, expecting a boy or a girl. To answer the inevitable and recurring question about my preference, my answer is the same as that of every parent in the history of the world. Heather and I want a healthy baby. If this child is a boy, we will be thrilled. Gabriel will love it. If this is a girl, then Gabriel will love that, too. In my mind’s eye, he will be the big brother who picks on his baby sister for fun in the coming years, and then plays the role of the protective older brother in high school and beyond. That is, if this baby is a girl…
I do not want to get ahead of myself here. Life goes fast enough, and I want to enjoy the time with Gabriel now. In fact, that is what I am going to do now. Later!
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