Recently, I wrote that I am about to become a father. And when I say, “about to,” I mean it. The baby is due in a few days, and he can arrive literally any minute — maybe even before I finish typing this sentence… what was that?
Oh, sorry, I thought I heard my wife going into labor. Never mind. Carry on.
But you may have noticed that I used the pronoun “he” to refer to the baby. Previously, I said the baby was a girl. Well, my wife and I received the ultimate changeup when the doctors announced that they had read the original ultrasound wrong.
That’s right. They got the wrong gender. So we’re having a boy now.
The doctors must have had a good laugh about that one.
We’re happy either way, although it definitely rocked our world to have the genders switch like that.
Regardless of his XY makeup, our baby will, as I’ve written before, be part of the fast-growing multiethnic generation.
Interestingly, his arrival comes at a time when birthrates in America are declining, especially among Latinas and immigrants. Apparently, Hispanics are learning that the Pope is not the ultimate authority on what they do with their bodies, and that they can use birth control just like everybody else.
This is great news, of course, and it can only help Hispanics improve their economic standing and educational levels.
Now, I would like to analyze this issue further, but you see, I’m too jittery to spend more than seven minutes on any one task, because the baby… wait, what? Sorry, another false alarm.
Check back with me in a few days.
