"Its a Boy"

Alright, curse me if you'd like but a brotha has been "Beeeeee-zy". I know its been a while since my last posting but I've been making preparations for the addition to the family. Please try and understand. In case you haven't heard the good news by now.. "It's a Boy", we've already picked out the name, and trust me he'll enjoy it(his name)just like I have for so many years. I'm so excited, slowly but surely it's becoming a reality...a mini-me, a little stone, a Casanova, a jack of all trades, look out world here he comes. Allow me if you will, to share that miraculous day when we were blessed with the news of a son.

It's the day we both have anticipated for so long. Today, we have the ultrasound and find out what we are having. Yippie. As always I'm heading off to work, but thank God its only for half a day. My wife decided to go to work as well and our intentions are to meet at the doctors office. Prior to the appointment she calls me at work and tells me she wishes she had taken the whole day off. She also tells me, she's nervous, excited, scared, antsy, all of the above and then some. And me being the keep'em-calm-leveled-headed-never-let'em-see-you-sweat type of husband that I am, I tell her "Guess what, I'm feeling the same way." I swear I felt like I was going to be the one laying on the examining table getting poked and prodded. I'm thinking man if your like this now, you're going to be a mess when she goes into labor.

Take deep breaths is all I kept telling myself as I drove to the doctors office. Never really given to much thought to the actually sex of the baby, I just pretty much knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I was going to be a daddy. What do I do with a girl? What do I do with a boy? Man, what do I do with a baby? What's harder to raise, college, prom, sports, music lessons, gymnastics, walking, talking, burping... wait a minute Stone, you're getting way ahead of yourself. "Calm down take a deep breath, first things first," I tell myself, "step one.. learn how to change a diaper." My wife has already deemed me as "King Diaper Man", she says this will give me the chance to bond with the baby. I thought bonding meant taking the child to the zoo, or to the park, playing catch, heading to the movies, that's my idea of bonding, not playing in baby-poop.

Of course, I arrive at the doctors office before my wife, so I just kind of hang out downstairs in the lobby of the medical building. I now know that wasn't such a great idea because every on who got off the elevator was looking at me funny. I'm saying to myself am I the only guy who makes it to all of my wife's doctors appointments? Never thought a guy sitting in the lobby of a gynecologist office would warrant so much attention. Perhaps I should just wait outside.. which turned out to be a good decision. It gave me a chance to get some much needed fresh air. Finally, my wife arrives and I quickly run up to her car so I could great her. "Honey" I say, "I just want to let you know it doesn't what the doctor tells us, I'm going to love it (our baby) no matter what.. boy or girl". Here I am being serious, and she starts crying. "Why are you crying" I ask. "I know how much you want a girl...I just hope its a girl", she says. "Listen, boy, girl it doesn't matter.. what matters is we are going to be parents, and we finally get to know what color we can paint the nursery. At, least the crying stopped, but the look I received.. well I better not say. Trust me its wasn't pretty.

Okay ma'am, if you'd just hop right up onto the table we'll get started. "Butterfly's, butterfly, go away, come again some other day", it's a little song that I sing to myself whenever I get nervous. And today I was singing the club remix version. Sweating palms, rapid heartbeat, high blood pressure, light headed, spotty vision, yea my wife was a wreck too. Okay, until today I never knew K-Y jelly had so many uses.. but here's another, its being dispersed all over my wife's belly. A couple of flicks on some switches, on what looked like a black and white TV set, and presto.. there it was a baby. Talking about a heart stopping, jaw dropping moment.. It was a miracle. "Okay here's your baby" the nurse said. "I'll have to take some measurements first , then we'll see if we can determine the sex." Ummm, Stone you can close your mouth now. I could not believe my eyes. It was a small miracle, a true blessing from the man upstairs. "Let's see if we can make out the sex of the baby," said the nurse. A few seconds later the verdict was in.. "It's a Boy"... Alright call me blind, I said, but I'm just not seeing it, how do you tell? "If you look right here, you can see his wee-wee." "Oh, I see it," shouted my wife... Like I said, I'm not seeing it, all I see are little white specks on the screen. Where are his balls, testicles, something. "It's right there," yelled my wife and nurse, "RIGHT THERE." Okay, if you guys say so, but you're not a man without them, was my reply, and until I see em'.. I'm not convinced.

So with all said, the new edition to the family should be making his appearance sometime in February... and at the present posting it won't be a minute to soon.
My wife is starting to be, look, act, and sleep like she's really pregnant...oh that's right she is. I have to constant remind myself of this especially when she ask me to do stuff she would usually do for herself. I've had people tell me horror stories involving pregnant women, but I can honestly say "it aint been that bad, knock on wood."