Okay, here’s the breakdown:
Boy vs. Girl
13 of you should be ashamed of yourselves. You all had it totally wrong. Try harder next time.
Boy Names
Man, you guys were way off. Seriously. None of those were the right answers. What was the right answer? My little secret.
Will be closed shortly, with final results left up for posterity. Vote while you can, because they won’t be re-opened.
These polls are now closed. Results will be posted in a few days.
Well, as anyone who can see the countdown on the sidebar knows, the end is near for this pregnancy. (Note to readers in teh future: if you can’t see it, I probably took it down).
So, only one thing left to do, right? No, not that. It’s time to guess the date. It will be no later than one week past the due date, giving us a timeframe ranging from right now (crap, in that case I’d better run) to April 14. I’ll throw my hat in for April 1. Go ahead and take your best shot! (more…)
Now, I think I promised that when the ultrasound came around, I’d post the pictures here. Well, far be it from me to forget about that. So here’s our 16 centimetres of baby, lookin’ good. Isn’t it cute?
Hey, thanks Kim for spamming everyone about that nifty little poll on the sidebar. Now we’re seeing some activity there! Now that people are voting, why not take the opportunity to put a reply down here and tell us why you chose the option you did?
Edit: Seriously, put some commentary on here, people! I’d really like to know who’s voting. I’m fairly certain that there’s been some votes from the Schlock Mercenary forum (I don’t know any Comcast users, so that’s the best explaination I’ve got). Won’t you please satisfy my curiousity?
Further edit: Also, if you can’t vote because someone else voted from your system and you’re stuck holding the magic cookie, post a reply (like several other people have done) and I’ll use my admin-fu to vote for you.
Okay, it’s a little update (I’m feeling a tad lazy), and it’s also baby related. So, that’s a double meaning. I guess.
It’s been a hectic couple of days. We had a routine doctor visit yesterday. We got to hear the wee baby’s heartbeat for the first time. Truly an exciting occasion.
Then, we had a bit of a panic about.. something. You probably don’t want to know the details. So, we went to our friendly (I use the word sarcastically, try phoning one some time to find out why) neighbourhood Medicenter, where we waited for an hour to be told to phone a real doctor in the morning to have it looked into.
So, we phoned the real doctor in the morning, where we waited half the time to be told, after less than five minutes of actually checking it out that there is probably nothing to worry about. Hurray for nitrazine!
We’ve hammered away at the endless list of potential names. The reviewers (Kim and I) had over 100 names to plow through (a hint for the ladies – if your man is indecisive and impulsive, don’t let him near the baby name book; you’ll wind up with dozens of names that he can’t narrow down) and have got it down to five. How’s that for impressive?
I’m gonna have a baby! Okay, wrong pronoun, we are goingta have a baby!
