It's a boy!

So we found out today: It's a boy!

And my little dude is hung!

I feel like Jay in "The 40-Year-Old Virgin" -

"That's not his foot..."

It goes without saying that I'd love this child whether it was a boy or a girl, but I'm not gonna lie: I'm relieved. I guess it's just a familiarity thing, but I feel like I have some idea how to raise a boy. Well, that's not quite accurate. If I know ZERO about raising children, then I like ZERO - 1 about raising a girl. At least with a boy I stay squarely at zero. I was a counselor at an all boys camp for years.

Plus - not that I would have spared my daughter - I can really raise a fan. Congratulations Crimson Tide, Grizzlies, Braves, Titans, Tigers...your ranks will grow by one in July.

I've been silent for a while...

It's hard to explain exactly why I've been so quiet. I guess to put it best, it just seemed like a risky venture - to be blogging about my emotional experience with prospective fatherhood.

Not because I'm embarrassed or anything. I've ever been one to hide my opinions, thoughts or emotions. Rather out of concern that the unorthodox nature of my relationship with Emily might lead to some hurt feelings if I were to be too blunt about my experience.

Enough is enough - I need an outlet. You need to be entertained.