B stands for...

Today was the big day when we found out who was joining the family. We met the baby. We met Braeden! Team Heather is coed, and the men will one day rule the house... I'm biding my time until baseball overrules "The Housewives of Orange County." I really hate those women.

If you don't know, this is actually the third round of Ultrasounds we've had. We had two separate "viewings" of the baby early on at 5 and 6 weeks just to make sure everything was ok. At that point we got to see our spot (week 5) and our beating sack of heart (week 6). I can't speak for Heather but I was totally un-prepared for the amount of detail that we saw in this ultrasound. By the way, if you're wondering he has my eyes, and Heather's nose.

When we got into the room for the procedure, the nurse went through the process with us. "We are going to view the heart, count the chambers, measure the circumference of this, check the length of that, count the number of those etc. etc. etc. Then she was ready to go. "Excuse me," we said, "we'll be able to see if we're having a boy or a girl, right?" At this point I would like to say that the nurse was not as optimistic as I would have liked. "Well, I can't guarantee anything, it all depends on your child and how cooperative he or she is." So she squirted the goo (that's scientific language for those of you who don't know) and pulled out the tummy wand and we we were off.

As the first picture came into focus on the tv screen Heather and I looked at each other. It couldn't have been clearer if Braeden had taken out a full page ad in the Kansas City Star. "HEY IDIOTS... I'M A BOY, SO CUT IT OUT WITH THE HE OR SHE CRAP!"

So I'm going to have a son. I've started practicing my dad phrases. "That's my Boy" "Look what my son made!" "Stop kicking the cat!" ... Actually, I may hold off on that one.

-Rob, Heather and Braeden Carlton