This morning TP pointed at my thighs and said, "Thank you for making that sacrifice for our child." I know he was just teasing - but come on jackass, don't make me say something about your expanding belly - and there's nothing in there!
Man, were we all wrong. Seriously wrong. Everyone was sure it was a girl, so sure I was going to buy some girl things last weekend. I'm glad I didn't, because there were some definite non-girl parts extremely visible on Monday...
And it looks like Bevis and Butthead plotting something. God, if this little boy gets hooked on dorky adult cartoons later in life, TP will be thrilled.