What do I know about boys? Nothing. Abso-frickin-lutely nothing. I have one sister and perhaps not the, um, manliest father. I mean, I grew up in a totally sports-free household. So hopefully Owen will be really into watching black and white documentaries about World War II. Because that is what I grew up with. At least I'll have time. I mean, I doubt that, as a newborn, Owen will out talk me on football. So I have time. And there is still a good chance that he will be fairly nerdy and bookish (its in his genes).

I also had the thought while driving back from the ultrasound that this tiny creature living in my innards will someday be taller than me. How terribly strange.

I very much appreciated the validation that I got from the technician that my bladder was indeed quite full. They said to drink a boatload of water beforehand, so I did. And this was verified on camera as my very full bladder was actually bigger than my uterus (which is really saying something these days). Not only was I nervous about the scan, but I really REALLY had to go to the bathroom and then, of course, the transducer was being pressed on my bladder.... Good times.