Lori just called to tell me that she's having a boy. A BOY.
He Baby will be Lori's second child - we're all quite familiar with his big sister, Skylar, now aren't we?
I've been waiting on pins and needles to find out the sex of this baby. Part of me wants a girl because, well, girls are precious and wear pink. Another part wants a boy because that's something new and different.
And yet another part reminds me that I'm not the one having the baby.
However, Lori and I have had many a conversation about the outcome of today's ultrasound. We were both terrified of one outcome: a boy.
Boys have penises, you see. Baby boy penises. We don't know what to do with baby boy penises. Hell, I don't even know what to do with grown boy penises.
Luckily, I'm sure her husband knows. So someone will be able to take care of this kid.
(Although, I'm sure he does know what to do).
So, it's a boy. Penis and all. Break out the blue!