Yep, that’s right…a little future motorcycle racer! My wife disagrees with me on that point, but we are in agreement that we’re having a boy. We had our first ultrasound appointment today, which verified that. I guess the nurses she works with lost a wager of some sort… too bad, ladies! My doctor was right, by the way. He works with my wife, so his guess had nothing to do with being my doc.

It’s amazing what they can do with ultrasound these days, like this 3D image. I sure hope the baby gets my wife’s looks! We got to check out all kinds of stuff, from the heart to the spine to the cute little toes. I’m no ultrasound tech, but all looked pretty well to me!

For those of you who don’t know: I’ve always been afraid of having kids, ever since I was one myself. The reason for that is that I’m adopted. I don’t have a family history to draw upon, and that worries me simply because I’m a worrier. Add to that the fact that I like to have all the bases covered – and in this case, I can’t – and you have a formula for nervousness. The cure? Fervent prayer!

Naturally, Stacy is all lit up like a mother-to-be should be. Her excitement is enough to dwarf any fears I might have. While a baby means drastic change, and I don’t care much for drastic change, I might as well use the momentum from adjusting to marriage and just keep the adjustments coming. If you’ve got any parental advice, I’d love to hear it.