So Murray and I went for the ultrasound this morning. Poor Murray didn't get a minute of sleep last night; he said that it was just like Christmas as a kid. There was no way that he could fall asleep with something so huge on the horizon. I woke up well before my alarm and was wide awake at that point, too.
Before we left, I drank a bunch of juice so that baby would move around during the ultrasound.
Our ultrasound tech was... a little brusque and a little lacking in personality and... a little bit low-class, I must say. So she started looking at my innards and we found out that our baby's heart, brain, kidneys, bladder, etc. are looking good. And then she asked if we wanted to know the sex and we said yes. She looked around a little and said, "Well. It's got outdoor plumbing." I was pretty sure that was a euphemism for penis, but I asked, "So it's a boy?" just to be sure, and she said, "Well, girls don't have that." It cracks me up that the ultrasound pictures are labeled "face," "feet," and "boy." But the "boy" label is pointing at the penis. Well, there's another euphemism!
When we got up to leave, she congratulated us and told Murray that now he can buy hisself a shotgun and claim that it's for the baby. Or he can buy a 4-wheeler and claim that it's for the baby. And knowing Murray, I'm sure that's the first thing he'll do.
Anyway, we're very excited. Murray is the first boy in his family to have a son, so this is the heir. If Murray were a king, we'd be pretty much set right now.
We had a great name picked out for a girl, but nothing but a few ideas for a boy. So now we've got to get to work. Here is my list so far of potentials:
Of course, if any of those seems too... ordinary, I can always figure out an alternative spelling. See my sample treatments of Braden:
That's the great thing about today's world. The naming possibilities are endless.