Lil’ Dude or Little Princess? 

Dear baby, 

What a morning! You won’t even be born until next March and you are already creating quite a ruckus! 

 Mom and I drove to the big doctor’s appointment together today. On the way there mom started crying a little bit- I think from all the excitement, and got kinda worked up. When we hit a stoplight I quickly Googled “short funny jokes,” and started reading them to her. She tried to fight it a little, but within a minute she was laughing. I mean, how can you resist gems like:

 Q. How do you get a tissue to dance?

A. Put a little boogie in it!

 Q. Why wouldn’t the baby shrimp share his food?

A. Because he was a little shellfish!

 Anyway, we arrived at the doctor, did the waiting room thing, and eventually made it to the sonogram room. The time had come. All the nerves, the excitement, the hoping, the preparing. In a few minutes we would know. Are you a little girl or a little boy?

 The sonogram tech had a little trouble finding out at the start. You had managed to cross your legs under your butt, and you were sitting Indian style. She moved your mom onto her side, moved her back, and worked to get you into a position where your legs would open. Then, suddenly, the picture got a little more clear. And… a set of acorns! YOU’RE A BOY! MY SON! HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

 The tech told us, “You have a cute little baby BOY!” I yelled with excitement. Your mom looked over and gave me a high five. I cannot explain how excited I am. Little League, bike rides, baseball games, boats, sticks, mud, lizards, and bugs- I know how to be a boy. And I am SO PROUD of you already. I’ve been walking around with my chest out all day. I’m a dad. And I’ve got a SON on the way!

 When I got to work my team had a big gender reveal. They had cupcakes and icecream, and they sprayed me with Silly String. I’ve been talking about you all day. Everyone is so excited about you. We are going to have a blast together. Can’t wait to teach you to BBQ, how to shoot a BB gun, how to hit a baseball, how to ride a bike, how to treat a lady, everything! ARGH! So pumped!

 I can’t wait to meet you little dude. Be nice to mom while you are hitching a ride in there. I’ll have everything ready when you get here. Be good.



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The big day! 

Dear kiddo, 

I was supposed to get up and run this morning. 

When I woke up this morning your mom was attempting to sneak out of the bedroom. I asked “where are you going?” She said “It’s 6:30! Be quiet-  I’m up!” I never sleep past 5:15am, but I decided to click snooze and go back to sleep. 

When I finally sauntered out of bed I shuffled my way to “the line” and stopped. (We have a seam in the floor, and every morning I greet your mom there and shower her with kisses. When she gets up first I get to get showered with kisses instead.)

She jumped up from the couch like some sort of spider monkey, shouted “yeah yeah yeaaaaaaaah” and attacked me. She was really pretty rough and aggressive for first thing in the morning- lol. I said “what’s going on with you?” 

She exclaimed “Day zero! It’s day zero!” Then she made a bunch of weird little girl screeches and bounced back to the couch. 

I think moms excited. 

Now the text messages are rolling in from your grandma Meinsen. My team is wearing pink or blue to work today and waiting on the results of this mornings gender reveal. A lot of excitement around you this morning! 

Now moms eating Lucky Charms. She said she wants to get you all hyper so you move around and show the doctor “the goods.” 

Well little baby- it’s your first big day. A lot of people are counting on you- no pressure. Let’s see what you got! 


You sure have come a long way! Here’s your very first photo from back in July! 

Uber, Hilda, and Cracker Barrel 

Good morning Son! 

Your mom and I are out in the world early this Saturday. Moms car needed an oil change, and the dealership is about 30 minutes away. In case you ever wonder later- when mom was pregnant with you she drove a 2016 Mazda CX-5 she calls “Zoom-Zoom.” 

When we checked the car in at service they told us that the work would take about an hour. I decided to call an Uber and go get breakfast. Lucky for me there’s a Cracker Barrel a couple miles away. (Your dad loves Cracker Barrel.) 

Enter: Hilda. The Uber app said Hilda was arriving in 1 minute. Then it said 6. Then her car was facing the wrong way. Then she appeared to be driving in circles. Eventually I just grabbed your mom and said “let’s go outside.” 

Once we got out there we saw a car pull up in the middle of Wesley Chapel blvd and stop. Hilda. 

When we walked up to the car to get in Hilda started to take off. I screamed, “Hilda!” She stopped. We got in. Your mom was cracking up.

We got into the car and Hilda was playing Spanish music and said “I don’t speak much English.” It felt like we were on vacation back in Cozumel. 

Hope you are having a good morning little buddy. Wakey wakey here comes eggs and bakey!

Your mom is egg-cited for breakfast! 



To be continued 

If you have been following this blog- we are going on a short hiatus. I will still be writing, but since the Grandma and Grandpa Gray have asked not to know the sex until they get to Tampa next Tuesday I will not be publishing any of the drafts. 

Expect a huge day next Tuesday, including the babies gender! 

To be continued 


21 hours, 56 minutes 

Dear baby, 

In 21 hours and 56 minutes we will know what you are in there! I woke up at 1:00am last night and couldn’t fall back asleep. My mind was racing. I was thinking about you. Planning. Wondering what I can do now to insure your success later in life. A 529 prepaid college plan? Read a story to you in the tummy? Start you a savings account? Start researching top notch baby daycares? 

There’s a lot to decide, and a lot to learn. It’s like a new part of my brain has come back on line. Life has been auto pilot for so long, and now I’m having to learn, grow, and take on new responsibilities. Like your mom did long ago, now it’s your turn to make me a better man. 

Anyway- mom woke up this morning, shuffeled out of the bedroom, got her morning hug and kiss- then looked at me and exclaimed, “ONE DAY!!!” She said it several times after that this morning- proving that her mind is just as blown as mine. After tomorrow there will be no more “baby,” or “it.” After tomorrow it will be “him,” or “her.” 

Little dude or little princess. What are you? I can’t wait to find out. 

You aren’t even born and you are already driving me nuts kid. 



The Battle of the Boppy – The Sequel 

Dear kiddo, 

As you read earlier, mom has this weird body pillow thing called a Boppy. She wraps her body around it (instead of me) because it helps with butt pain from pregnancy. (She has a pain in the butt.) That pillow takes up so much room in the bed that I was fitting into what was left of the bed, and that space was getting smaller and smaller. 

Since moms favorite new place to be is bed (in between her 10 hour workdays), we decided that a new bed was a neccessary splurge item. We went out a couple of weeks ago and bought a new mattress and bed frame- a King! I’ve only had the Royal privilege of sleeping in a King bed on vacations, so this is a big deal! 

Yesterday I had the day off. I spent the day moving our old bed from our room to the spare room, then assembling this monstrosity of a bed in our master. Now the spare room has been dubbed “The Grandparents room,” and our room is ready for you to grow as big as you want in moms tummy. Everything is all set, and you are ready to have lots of overnight and extended guests once you make your entrance. 

Just now, as mom was adding pillows to our new bed and getting it all made up for the first time she called me in the room.

 She said, “Look how pretty!” 

I replied “Too many pillows.” 

She retorted, “You don’t sleep in it like that!” 

So I am under the assumption that we (I), now have an additional daily chore; removing and replacing all these darn pillows. 

If you turn out to be my little son we can someday joke about how hard it is to understand the strange things women do, like placing 30 pillows on a bed that they won’t sleep on, in a room they don’t look at unless it’s bedtime. 

If you turn out to be my little daughter perhaps one day you can teach me why you need so many pillows, and I’ll make sure you have as many useless pillows as your little heart desires. 

Whatever you are in there- I love you. 


Here’s a pic of the new “Grandparents Room” 

And here is your mom and dads new bed- along with all the pillows.