Gotcha!

The scheduled day for discovering the sex of Baby Double B has come and gone and no news? What . . . how is this even possible?

Well, it would seem that Baby Double B is smarter than any baby ever in the history of recorded time. I can only surmise that Double B could hear us talking about the sonogram as we were preparing for it and quickly turned his/her back to the sonogram and curled into a partial ball to hide the girl or boy parts. I am a little concerned that the tucking did reveal some thermo-dynamics equations on the back of Tyf's uterus that, if I understood them, would require Dr. Guerra to wear some sort of protective vest during delivery. Then, after persistent maneuvering of the sonogram, Double B began to shoo us away taking his or her modesty to the extreme. And I'm fairly certain just before the sonogram was removed Double B "flipped me the bird" and began to giggle!

Actually, there was no sonogram. The doc in her infinite wisdom decided it would be better to wait until 24-28 weeks to be absolutely certain of the baby's sex. Of course, she changed her mind after 30 seconds into the checkup yesterday. So, what started out being one of the coolest anniversary gifts Tyfany and I could have had that was then denied us, really could have been but for the lack of an appointment. The appointment has been set for this Friday the 26th. Be expecting another blog posting. If you haven't yet voted time is running short, get to it.