Kylie and I thought it would be fun to make a bit of a surprise out of finding out whether we were gonna have a boy or girl, so several weeks back we talked about doing a dinner where we'd cut cake at dessert to find out the news.  As a bonus, it just happened that we were supposed to find out close to my birthday.  Ahhh... everything was working out nicely for a birthday/baby sex dinner.  For the record, let me take a second to say that this dinner was initially couched as a "sex party" because, well, I guess that's what a lot of people call it when they're revealing the sex of the baby.  I, on the other hand, found this a little misleading.  Now I'm left to wonder if this was an innocent misnomer or a shady ploy by women/wives to get guys/husbands to come to something they might not otherwise ever commit to coming to.  Anywho... As I was saying, everything was going according to plan before baby Nicolosi decided to be a bit to modest during the sonogram last Wednesday by crossing it's legs in a "cross cross apple sauce" sitting position during the procedure.  BTW, I was educated that "criss cross apple sauce" is the new PC term for the now defunct "sitting Indian style" phrase.  Seriously?  Is that phrase really that offensive??  It's simply describing a sitting position people!  Anywho... again. Our sonogram tech was nice enough to try again with a second sonogram after we finished up the rest of our doctor's appointment.  And again, no dice.  While the baby had moved after Kylie drank some apple juice, the legs were still covering the private parts.  We were bummed thinking we now would have to wait another 5-6 weeks until our next sonogram to find out what we were having, but our doctor and sonogram technician saved the day by offering to let Kylie come back in Thursday afternoon to squeeze in a 3rd sonogram to try and make sure we could do a cake-cutting reveal at dinner Saturday night.  AND, they didn't charge us for the 3rd sonogram.  Our. Doctor. Rocks. Turns out the 3rd time was a charm, so the doctor and technician wrote the sex of the baby on a piece of paper and put it (and accompanying sonogram proof photos) into a sealed envelope.  Without knowing the results, we gave the envelope to our trusty friend Kandis who took said envelope to the bakery and instructed them to bake a cake with either a pink or blue layer of icing on the inside based on the contents of the envelope. Soooo... Saturday night we got together with a group of wonderful friends for dinner at Urban Crust, followed by a loooong build up to the cake cutting, and the results were.....

PINK!!! I can't tell you how excited I am to be having a "daddy's little girl".  I'm already wrapped around her finger.