Ultrasound picture of our son

…It’s a boy.

(What, you didn’t know we were expecting? You really should try Twitter)

Two points about ultrasounds: First, the work involved in performing an ultrasound makes Photoshop look like MS Paint. Second, many people have asked if we’re going to have a 4D ultrasound. Unless we change our minds, the answer is no. Maybe it’s just me—and it could be, since most people that have seen them, love them—but the photos and videos look to me like they’re from deep in the heart of the Uncanny Valley. Again, just a personal thing.

It’s become clear to me why women get pregnant and not men. Angela is handling the discomfort and inconvenience far better than I would. She’s amazing, she is. Of course, I’ve always said if I could be pregnant with our child, I totally would. Just the same as I will promise, here & now, to fight any dragon that attacks the U.S. That’s just the kind of man I am.

So, anyway, parenthood. I don’t have anything profound to say about it yet. So far, it’s a constant theme park Viking boat ride between overwhelming fear and immeasurable joy. I go into it totally unprepared and completely committed. I can’t even imagine what it will be like. I try, but what I imagine ends up being things I’ve seen in sitcoms. I only know one thing for sure: I’m grateful to have such a wonderful partner.

And, despite all the uncertainty, I’m sure looking forward to meeting that little guy.