It's been a while since I've posted anything to this page. Things are going well with Tiff and Peanut. Oh yeah, and the baby inside of Tiff. Actually, that little thing is now about 4 inches long and it's basically just that: a four-inch long person. Of course, it's skin is transparent, I think. But it's definitely alive and well.

Tiff goes in for her next ultrasound on September 4. The appointment is in the morning, so I will need to take some time off from work in order to be there. :o) This time, I think we will be able to see a better picture of the baby as opposed to what we had seen last time. I don't think we will be able to see what sex it is, but then again, I don't want to know. Tiff wants to know if it's a boy or girl. I'd like to be surprised. I like surprises, just as long as the surprise in question doesn't have anything to do with sexuality or divorce. Surprises are great. Which is why I don't usually ask for things for Christmas anymore. I don't want to know what I'm getting.

Tiff, on the other hand, doesn't like surprises. Take, for example, her birthday this past year. I got her what, in my mind, was the best gift a guy could get anyone: A singing telegram. I bet you didn't even realize they still existed. Well, they do. I ordered her a Man in a Tuxedo. The guy did a bit of a Steve-Martin-Wild-and-Crazy-Guy schtick and sang a few songs. To hear Tiff tell it, she absolutely hated it. I refuse to believe that. I can't see how anyone could hate that.

Did I mention that I sent the telegram to her office and the Steve Martin guy made sure he had everyone's attention before he made her skip around the office with him while wearing a plastic crown? Who wouldn't love that?! Anyway, my point is that surprises are good. They can be a lot of fun. Like if the baby came out dressed in a tuxedo, well, that would be quite a surprise! Till next time,

-andy