THE HE SHE OF IT ALL

I am making Christmas cards, in battle with a glue stick, and excited for tomorrow’s news. Yes, tomorrow donkeys I will find out if I have a Jack or a Sophia Jane. The surge for such knowledge has dominated me entirely. First comes fear, than excitement, followed by fear, and excitement again. If you’re placing bets on this one, call em off. I have tried my ass off to determine if Professor is a he or a she with no end. The pictorial debut and a happy healthy baby, fingers crossed.