It's a girl...

Okay. I was wrong. The old wives' tales that I was told were wrong also, my baby is a girl.

And I could not be happier. I could not be more excited. (Will I seem like it when you see me? Probably not. Your congratulations and hi-fives will overstimulate me and I will look towards the ground or hide inside of my ribcage or smile politely and say "Yeah, it is exciting." in a sad sounding monotone. When I need to socially show emotions, I cannot. I'm just warning you who may observe my reactions.)

It was so awesome though seeing my baby on the sonogram machine. To look at my wife's belly and know a human being is growing in her is amazing and makes me smile Cheshire style. All I do is daydream about what she will be like and what life will be like with her around. Cartoons, tea parties, doll houses, calling other babies/kids "That fool" or "This fool"...you know how I do.

I better go sharpen my prop Wolverine claws. SNIKT! Boys tread lightly, watch "A Time to Kill" and take notes.