So as always I went with my wife to the baby checkup, and today was the 20 week sonogram. After choosing not to find out last time around we ended up deciding that from a practical standpoint of having a second baby it really made a lot of sense for us to go ahead and find out early this week.
And so mini-Jeff #2 is on the way. Oh boy.
I alway thought I would have daughters, but that's just the way the universe likes to challenge the way you see it, eh? Baby #3 is highly unlikely, unless we adopt (which is fairly unlikely as well, but not ruled out by any stretch of the imagination).
I'm terrifically excited about boy #2, even as I suddenly feel this incredible responsibility as a father of two male children. It's hard to explain, but having a boy and a girl somehow would have balanced out my responsibilities. But with two boys, the pressure on me to raise two strong, honorable, reliable and kind men weighs on my shoulders. It's hard to explain. Not that I mind the weight, but I can't deny that it's there and it's heavy.
On the total plus side, as my dad always said, at least when you have a boy, you only have to worry about one dick in the neighborhood. Heh. ;-P