On Friday John and I went to the doctor’s for a 16-week gender ultrasound. The only other time we’ve seen the little one was at 8 weeks 5 days, when the baby appeared to be the equivalent of a gummi bear.

This time the baby was like a real person. Not just any person, but a little baby boy person. It was pretty obvious, and I recognized the little man parts before the technician pointed them out to us. It’s a good thing the baby is blissfully unaware of all the attention given this weekend to the parts of his anatomy that he’ll later come to believe are his “private parts.” We’ll have to keep confidential the fact that we’ve passed around pictures of him in the womb with an arrow pointing to his boy parts to dozens of people already, and it’s only been two days since we found out.