


We all got Wheaties shirts.

The next day Ken, Robert's uncle, and his fiancee, Barbie, (seriously, what are the odds?) were married in a small ceremony by the river.
We find out tomorrow if our baby is a boy or a girl. The poll revealed that most of our friends and family (and maybe random people) think we should both just found out the sex of the baby. Robert has been walking around all day asking "Should I find out?" I of course tell him my opinion, yes, but also that he is a big boy and can make his own choice. So tomorrow will reveal two surprises, whether we are having a boy or a girl, and whether Robert actually decides to find out.