The visit with the high risk doctor has come and gone, and things went well enough for me to finally tell the Facebook world about baby Weebs.

Dr. High Risk did make sure to tell me that baby Weebs has a nasal bone (if you don't know why that's important, just understand that it's monumentally important to me).  He said it more than once.  So, you know, my heart soared at that knowledge.

Then he made sure to dash my hopes by telling me he would see me back in seven weeks (instead of four like I had planned).  That means I have to wait seven more weeks for a chance to find out if this baby is team pink or blue.

The agony!

Sweet Silas gets to go to his first baseball game tonight.  

We discussed it in the car yesterday.

Silas: I want to go to the baseball game.

Me: You are going tomorrow when daddy gets off work.

Silas: And I'm gonna eat popcorn?

Me: Yes and a hot dog!

Silas: a hot dog?  Can I do the hot dog dance?

Michael is tasked with getting this mysterious hot dog dance on video should Silas happen to bust out with it.

I assure you, it will make an internet debut.