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So in classic male fashion, I can't remember if I've posted the fact that despite Kelly and I's own best efforts, we are pregnant with baby #3. We're due in mid-September.

Today we got the ultrasound, and we're all about finding out gender. We've got too many over-achieving grandparents who are eager to know: pink or blue?

Over the weekend we were discussing our possible en utero name for the baby--many people come up with nicknames for the baby on the way, names like "peanut" or "jelly bean" especially if you're keeping the name a secret until the baby's born, which we do. It keeps us from getting too much unsolicited response about a name we like.

So we were discussing the possibility of the en utero name being "Baby Oops." My father-in-law and I were delighted about this possibility. My wife, less so. Something about the baby's future self-esteem issues or something. So we came up with an alternative: what about "Daisy," short for "Oopsie-Daisy." There, no self-esteem problems to be worried about whatsoever...except if it was a boy. Gender identity issues are no laughing matter.

So anyway, the ultrasound pictures revealed today that we needn't worry about gender identity issues. "Daisy" it is. We're having a girl. She's looking healthy and well, and we're very excited about (and a little anxious about) life this fall.