Staring at the Son

Do you want to know the sex?" That was the question. Michelle and I had said all along that we would say 'yes' to the question if it were to be asked but that we ourselves would not ask what the sex was. That had been the plan since pretty much day one until Michelle had changed her mind a few days before our latest scan; she had been thinking that it would be nice to keep the gender of our baby a mystery. That was fine with me, I was confused at her change of heart given that we had talked about this at length in the past, but I had no major objections. So when the question came and Michelle said "Yes!" so suddenly I was a little surprised.

The nurse showed us rather than told us and I have to say: It's a funny thing to feel so happy while looking at a penis.

I'm a little worried about my boy having me as his father. Don't get me wrong, I'm a good man and I'll always be there for him, but what I'm worried about is that I don't really do things that other boys do. I'm not interested in any sports, I'd rather watch a good drama over an action comedy, and I do things like write blogs – all things that at times can isolate me from my male friends from time to time. That's fine for me, I love me (you've met me, you know that), but it can be lonely not liking the same things as most other people and I wouldn't want him to miss out on the things that might come naturally to other fathers. Luckily, in spite of my peculiarities, I have good friends and when I've told them of my concerns they have told me that they will be happy to help me out with any of the boy stuff I drop the ball on.

Our only concern now is a name. Our hypothetical daughter had been named months ago but with our hypothetical son we could never find anything that felt right. There are a few ideas of course but as of yet our actual son remains simply 'Baby'. Suggestions are welcome.