The Reveal...

Today, my wife and I (and apparently an entourage of others) are going to pile into a tiny room. In this room, a nurse is going to rub some jelly stuff on my wife's belly and run a Star Trek tricorder over the area to tell us if we are having a boy or a girl.

I am well aware that God has a plan and a purpose and that no matter what, our hope and prayer is for a healthy, happy baby, no matter the gender. With that being said, I don't want to be out numbered in my own home, which I have been for the last year and a half since the birth of our first child, Zoey. Now don't get me wrong, I adore our bright-eyed, beautiful, sweet little girl and wouldn't trade my little princess for anything. It's just...three against one seems more ominous. You see if we have a boy, we even up the odds. And of course, it makes for perfect teams down the road (i.e., Boys vs Girls).

But all kidding aside, I am eager to find out what our next addition is going to be. Boy or girl, God is planning something amazing for our family. As a man with a speech impediment my fear has been, will my child have to grow up with the same issues and difficulties that I experienced growing up? And the more I think that the more God showers His grace on me and reminds me that I never walked this path alone and He wouldn't let my child walk it alone either. So I'm excited to find out the news and to see what God has in store for our new baby whatever.

But just as a precaution...from one who stutters on the "p" sound. I'm thinking of leaving out names like Penelope Piper Peavyhouse and Peter Pippin Peavyhouse for my sake...and theirs!