Today I spent some time at my old office doing a little contract work. My former boss’s computer took a crap on him, so he asked me to see what I could do with it while he was out of town for a couple of days. As I was monkeying around with the computer, I had the opportunity to catch up with a few of my former co-workers. In a shocking turn of events I was forced to face the fact that I am NOT the center of the universe. I had just assumed that when I told my former bosses and another co-worker that we were expecting, they would inform the rest of the staff and my expecting fatherhood would be the topic of water-cooler conversation for the foreseeable future. Turns out nobody I had told seems to have given a shit. As a result, the remaining co-workers were quite surprised when I mentioned in passing that we would potentially be finding out the sex of our Ginker fairly soon. The typical response was, “what? Jani’s pregnant?”
It was humbling to realize that our situation was not the topic of conversation. But, now I had a new opportunity to jabber on about our exciting situation. One of the main topics discussed was about the Ginker’s sex: “Are you gonna find out?” “Are you hoping for one over the other?” “We didn’t find out for our first one, but we did for our second.” Etc….
My stance on the Ginker’s sex; finding out and preference, is as follows: I want to find out, but I have no preference. My only hope is that when we have the sonogram, if it’s a boy I want it to be very obvious. I want him proudly showing what he’s got. However, if my Ginker is a girl I’d appreciate a little discretion.
That’s it for now, but in the very near future there will be more to follow.
Cheers!
Papi
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