It's true! My wife and I can hardly believe it, but it is true. I saw it with my own (somewhat trained) eyes! A twig and berries to be sure.
We had ourselves convinced we were having another little girl. The last thing I wanted to feel was disappointment, so I thoroughly convinced myself that another little girl would be the best thing in the world. But deep down I wanted a boy. A little guy around the house, a little more testosterone in the mix. And it looks like it is going to happen.
My parents are ecstatic. This will be the first grandson on either side. I am sure my in-laws will be overjoyed as well. Just haven't had a chance to call and tell them yet.
And I am really excited to pass along the family name. And no, I don't mean Jones. I mean John. John is my middle name, and I was the first son of the generation. My father's middle name is John, and he is the first son of the generation. His father's middle name is John, and, well, I am sure you see the pattern here. We skip one generation back there, but this little fellow will make the 7th John in 8 generations. So his middle name will be John as well.
We're having a boy!