I have never been a true believer in the old wives' tale (voodo) on how to foretell our baby's gender. I haven't tried dangling a string over the wife's belly to see whether the it swung clockwise/counter-clockwise, never could tell if my wife's belly was hanging high or low because it's really not that big yet and it's the first time I ever had a chance to see one up close and personal, and neither of us has ever had any dreamscape premonition on what it's sex might be. That is why today is an important day for me because my wife is having her next ultrasound appointment this afternoon with Dr. Z Gyno Extraordinaire to see whether her/our little bun-in-oven has an extra appendage ("penis" for the short bus riders) and I will be happily attending this time.

Being a male (me) this is very important to my ego (and for many other reasons I'll discuss later) in passing my name on. Males are beginning to run short in my family and I'm one of last "great hopes" in passing it along for another generation. I know I should be happy with whatever I get as long as it's healthy but I sure would like a mini-me running around. Of course the precentages are against me from the get go for my gender. From what I'm told we/I have a 51% greater chance that it will be a chick over a dick and I understand this, it keeps the population in perfect harmony. But for God sake can't we make an exception this time and put the odds in my favor. All I'm asking is for a boy and I PROMISE that you can make the next one a girl. I'm sure there have been many pleas before mine but this time it really counts, I promise!