So, you had your first trip to the doctor today. It wasn't anything special and something I had scheduled before you decided to come along. We're waiting for some blood work to come back right now, but one thing is certain - I've got a bun in the oven! I'm scared, truthfully, of the next three months. You see, I want you so much already. And I'm trying really hard not to get too excited. But, last night, your daddy and I started picking out names for you. If you're a girl, we've had you named for years. However, we're clueless what to call you if you're a boy. I suggested Cole, Collins, and Carter, which were all vetoed immediately. In turn, your daddy proposed Maximus, Magnus, or Bobby. I don't know which name is worse. Two make you sound like a brand of condoms and the other one makes you sound like a serial killer.
We'll get there eventually.
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