[Yo Adrians!]

Just wanted to give you all an update. My wife, Katie, is due on the 22nd - or the 25th, depending on who is talking (ultrasound said 22nd, doctor says 25th). We're getting very excited. She's huge - much bigger than with our first, and the doctor says baby is gonna be bigger this time around. Our first was 8 pounds, 4 ounces, and that seemed pretty big ... wonder how big this one will be.

We still don't know if we're having a boy or a girl - she swears it's a boy, and I'm pretty sure it's the opposite. We have a bunch of girls names that we're in love with, but really, we don't have too many boys names picked out. With our first, Maxwell, I don't know, we just really, really liked Max for a boy. And now, we have no clue what to name it if it's a boy. Guess we'll think of something.

Sidenote: My wife is a very kind, mild-mannered and professional woman. However, in the last few months, she's become very unhappy at her place of work (she's an inside sales manager at a major hotel in our area) due to a change in general managers and other co-workers. We were talking on my night off, Monday, about when she thought she was going to go into labor, and she says, "Well, I don't know. But I can tell you where I hope it happens."

To which I reply: "Where's that, honey?"

She says: "At work, obviously. I really hope my water breaks at work."

"But, honey, why the heck would you want it to happen there?!?"

To which she shoots: "So those a-holes have to f-in clean it up. Hope I just GUSH all over my CHAIR!"

UGh. Gross. But I guess that's what 95-degree heat when you're nine months pregnant with a bad boss will do to you.

Anyway, I'll write more in a week or so. Thanks to dcasper for sending me the reminder, asking for an update.