We've been asking Allison from the beginning what we should name the baby, and she came up with lots of great suggestions including recurring favorites "Puppy" and "Blue."
I told her we're not A-list celebrities who partake in such nonsense and asked her to dig a little deeper.
But after our 20-week prenatal visit, which of course comes with the highly anticipated ultrasound and gender revelation, she's settled on a name: Bubba. Which kind of clicked for me because WE'RE HAVING A BOY!
Jerry's response? "I've never been so excited to see a penis in my entire life!"
Yes, right in the doctor's office with the technician, ultrasound wand in hand. After she stopped laughing, he asked her how certain she was. She looked right at him and said, "No labia look like that."
And although we've already come to a consensus on his actual name, we've decided to keep it a secret. So, for now, Baby Bubba it is.
I can't wait to meet him in 15 weeks. (Or 13 if he's really smart and chooses to get a head start on becoming the favorite.)