Yesterday I saw your face for the very first time. You look like an alien. You have barely developed any fat so you look like a crazy alien skeleton on the sonogram and it was the coolest experience of my life. We were in no rush so we hung out in the sonogram room for quite a while and took tons of pictures of you to see what you look like and see if all is normal. I saw your little hands! I saw your heart beating! I saw your brain! I saw your femurs (those are your legs), and I saw your coin purse. Wow did we see your coin purse! YOU ARE A BOY! The sonogram technician said “those are clearly boy parts” and pointed to 3 dots on the screen. Holy cow!!! I thought for sure you were going to be a girl! You’re a boy! You are so well-behaved for a boy. I couldn’t believe it! I knew I would be elated if you were a boy or girl but there it was…tiny balls. Tiny balls! I immediately began to black out and had to sit for a minute. Then I cried a little. I’m welling up right now. Then I squeezed your mother’s hand for a while…and cried a little more. Wonderful tears of pride and excitement.
Something about knowing you are a boy and not an “it” made everything a little more real. You are very real! You were squirming around in there too! The doctor asked if we had boxers in the family cause you kept punching everything! I explained that we didn’t have boxers in the family but Dad may have been suspended and expelled a few times for school yard fighting. God I hope you are better and smarter than me. I wasn’t good at school Zig. I’m not patient. I’m occasionally an emotional mess. I’m definitely immature. Sometimes I wonder what I am really good at but I have a pretty good idea of a nontraditional talent I was born for. Emotions. I have been criticized for being very emotional and that can be a hinderance when it comes to making decisions in business, sports, driving, life, etc. It is not a hinderance in our little family; you, Mom, and me. Emotions are very important to your mother and me. We express ours to each other as often as possible and will to you as well. We love you. I am jumping up and down!!!
You filled me up with excitement and love yesterday Zig. I think we know what we want to name you…but we’ll wait till you are born to decide.
-Love “Ryan the Dad”
p.s. It’s a boy! It’s a boy! You’re a boy!