That being said... suck it. Here's a photo of my blob of an alien kid. He or she is beautiful. We're only thirteen weeks along, which seems like nothing, but here we are with this real live baby slowly working his way to being born. It never ceases to blow my mind. Holy crap -- I have at least two more years of diapers to change.
Long before we got pregnant with Darwin, Jameson had foretold, with great confidence, that we would have a baby boy next and he would call him Bob. He then went on to divine that we would follow up Baby Bob with a girl that he would call Baby Tiny. Despite our certainty that Darwin was going to be a girl, Jameson was right on the money. And despite warning Jameson that there might not be another baby after Darwin, his prophesy again came true. That giant noggin in the ultrasound looks like my other boys, but given Jameson's track record, maybe we should assume Baby Tiny (which is now the official name) is in fact going to be a girl. At least Amelia is hoping he's right.
Oh, and for good measure, here's a picture of our pet. He's the smartest, most beautiful and most talented goldfish you've ever seen.