I am fixing to get ready and leave to meet Scott for lunch (yes, shocker that he actually gets a long enough lunch to share it with me inside a restaurant as opposed to the drive-thru) and then we are off to the 3D ultrasound appointment.
This ultrasound will tell us many things, one of which hopefully being the sex of the baby. It's pretty simple--if it's a girl we will have another wedding to pay for, and if it's a boy Owen will get a "partner", some little innocent being to corrupt. So either way we're screwed.
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I think your srewing came a few months back. Love ya..Uncle Tom
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