Our ultrasound technician asked, “Do you want to know the gender?” We both awkwardly said “yes” as if it were obvious that there was no way our parents (well, my mother) would let us get away with waiting until the baby was born to find out.

She continued with the anatomy scan and capturing images of organs and other body parts for the radiologist to review later.

A moment later, she offhandedly remarked, “Well, it’s a boy.”

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If I had a mantra in life, it would probably be “better to be pleasantly surprised than horribly disappointed.” It causes me to think the worst possible outcome of any situation so when anything less severe than that happens, I’m happier than I would have been had I just assumed things were going to work out. That philosophy works fine if you assume the New York Giants are going to lose the Super Bowl and they win or if you assume you aren’t going to get that job you interviewed for and you don’t. It doesn’t work so well if your wife is expecting a baby.

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