Boy O' Boy or Girl O' Girl?

Today was the big day. The ultrasound where we could find out the sex of our baby. Initially we didn't want to know, then I wanted to know and Jennifer didn't want to know, but as this morning rolled around we both were on the "want to know" bandwagon. Drum roll please. Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you the next Molebash baby...oh, you look at the picture and try to figure it out for yourself :-)

I think seeing the little critter on the big screen for the first time is just about as special as holding her (hint hint) for the first time. I think the weightiness of it all is just as big a deal now as it will be later. Your children give you far more joy than you can ever imagine, but there is also a huge element of fear that nobody ever told me about. Maybe it's just something some of us fathers have. It's a fear of screwing up and providing enough and I guess just being the studly father that you know your kids will need. I am convinced that the nurtuing of a mother is absolutely essential to children, especially during the first few years of life. But, there's a point in time when I think the father's role becomes the pivotal piece in a child's development. Maybe it's a sense of protection and security that a father provides? Maybe it's the God as Father mentality that most of us carry around, putting me in the position of having to demonstrate the love they hope God has for them. Overriding the fear, however, is knowing how my heart will grow even more. I'm looking foward to meeting you this November.