With a 96.8% certainty, we know the baby is a....

...healthy fetus. We went to the new doctor at Baptist Hospital Thursday, for a kinda new patient orientation/13-week checkup. We thought it was a 14-week checkup going in, but Nashville OB/GYN believes our due date to be December 19th, not the 13th like Murfreesboro OB/GYN earlier predicted. Anyways, we were excited to meet the new doctor. When we arrived, we were greeted with the same initial questions(last period?, family health history?, etc.). Then, we got a chance to meet with the new doc, hear her speech on pregnancy, and ask her questions. She was nice, and seemed smart enough to trust my future child to, so I was happy with our choice by the time the discussion ended. In the end, she thanked us and said that she looked forward to seeing us in a few weeks.

As she left the room, Colleen and I looked at each other, dissapointed that we weren't going to get an ultrasound that day. As we prepared to leave, the doctor came back in with the fetal heartbeat moniter and asked us if we wanted to hear the heartbeat. The answer was obviously yes. Once again, like the previous time, the doc had a difficult time finding the heartbeat, which made us nervous. After about 5 minutes of searching and not finding the heartbeat, she decided to send us over to have an ultrasound, just to make sure everything was okay. We gladly accepted the invitation, and went over. The ultrasound tech was very nice, and was able to get some great shots of ther baby. Sure enough, everything was great. We were able to see the heart beating, and could also see fingers, facial features, legs, and other stuff. After a good 10 minutes there, we left excited to have seen the baby and were very happy with our new doctor.

And by the way, it's a boy.

If That Makes Me A Creep, Then I Guess I'm A Creep.

For any of you reading this who already have kids, I have a question: Is it a bit creepy when you see a grown man looking at your kids? Now before you get the wrong idea, I pose this question because ever since I found out that I was going to be a father, it seems that I've noticed families and small children more. Before, small kids in certain situations could sometimes be a nuisence. Now, when I see a family eating together or in the airport, I start to anticipate the day when I can do the same with my own little Parker. I really feel like some sort of weirdo when I catch myself glancing, but believe me I'm not trying to be. The last thing I want to do is be Steve Stare. So, while you might see me unconciously catch a glance at your family, you can rest assured that you will never see me on an episode of "To Catch A Predator."