He's super excited, of course--we all are. But at the same time, I confess that I feel a little bit dazed. This boy-thing is completely new territory for me. Having grown up in a home without any brothers, I feel totally unprepared and unknowledgeable about what to do with a son. Life has increased in its complexity: Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts, baseball and ballet...we're in for twice the fun.
If my predictions are right, we probably won't have to throw much rugby practice into the picture--our son's got the wrong genetic material. Even at 21 weeks, he's just a little tike. Our sonogram report contained the following summation:
Le poids est estimé à 339 grams ce qui correspond à 20 semaines d’aménorrhée, légèrement inférieur par rapport à la date des dernières règles mais compatible avec le morphotype des parents.
This is a lot of official medical-ese to say, "This kid's a little bit small, but don't worry about it: it's to be expected given the size of his parents." :) Ha ha! Seriously, however--I am having some guilt issues about passing on my short genes to a boy. Let's just hope he takes after his Dad, and if not, he'll be charming anyway!