"It's a little baby...."

So we went to the G-Doc the other day to do the checkup (so far I've gone with Hilary to all these prenatal appointments) and do the ultrasound. We got one once before, early on, just to be sure it was all there and okay, but this was the big one - the one where we find out (or don't find out, our choice) the sex/gender of the baby. We both figured that, boy or girl, we'd be equal parts excited and disappointed. So, if it's a boy that's good for GI Joe, but then all the My Little Pony toys are going in the trash. If it's a girl, then here comes Barbie, there goes Transformers. You get the idea...basically, there is something to look forward to on one side or the other.

The they put the Liquid That Must Be Spread Evenly across the belly and started rolling the soapbar all over to check things out, measure, account and so forth. The ultrasound technician confirms with us that we want to know the sex and then says, "ah....I know what it is." We say, "what is it?" His response, quite dramatic and slow, was, "it's....a....little....baby.............boy."

Of course it is, that's my boy!

So we were pretty excited, and glad to know after all. Makes the shopping/planning somewhat easier, and it's just fun to know. We've already named him (we actually agreed on this name for a boy years ago, probably while we were engaged I think). His name is going to be Caleb Jolly. We're deciding on the middle name right now.

Before you all ask me about it, yes, it was confirmed to be a boy (quite clearly, trust me) so we're good to go on that one.

So there you have it, more great news from baby land!

On a somewhat less exciting note, my dad fell off a ladder this past weekend and busted his heel on the fall (thankfully nothing else was injured/broken) and now he's going to be having surgery. Bed rest and medication are required for 8 weeks or so, and that puts him out until the end of the year. This is especially frustrating because he was out with all kinds of damage last year from the beginning of September until early into this year. So he's upset about it, but at least it's not as bad as it could be (he wasn't really all that high up anyway). That sucks even more because it cuts my dad out of the rest of the UGA games for this year - including the SEC championship if Georgia is fortunate enough to get into it after all. Life goes on though, and that's the good news.

Here are some pics from the ultrasound. He looks like one jolly little kid, eh?