My wife and I had a doctor's appointment this morning. Well, she had the appointment. I just tagged along. It was our first appointment where we were able to see the little peanut and the heartbeat that is our next child. For friend's and family of Kathy (my wife) who did not know yet...sorry to spoil the surprise!

     My wife waits to tell almost everyone when she's pregnant. Me? I tell perfect strangers in line at Starbucks. "Um, yes, I'll have an iced, venti, sugar-free latte and, by the way...did you know that my wife is pregnant?" It drives her crazy how fast I tell people. The test strip on the pregnancy test hadn't even made the "+" sign yet and I was already placing calls overseas to spread the news.

     In any event, now that Mommy has seen the little beating heart, she can share our news with the world. (Or, at least that small portion of it that I haven't told yet.)

     It's good that she can feel comfortable telling people that she's pregnant again. She was starting to show enough where people aren't quite sure that she's pregnant so they're hesitant to comment on it. Maybe, they figure, she's just making a few too many trips to the ice cream store.
 
     Now if my marriage can just survive the debate over what to name him (or her), we should be all set. She's insisting on "Finnian" if it's a boy. I've insisted that if she IS successful in getting that name on the birth certificate, I'll sneak into Court while she's recovering and have it legally changed. 

     "Finnian"??