The big day has finally come, is it a boy or girl? We met with Laurie Armstrong, our ultrasound tech, she performed the scheduled ultrasound and took measurements of our baby. Everything is where it should be and the measurements are showing healthy signs. Our baby was moving its mouth, I believe it was trying to tell us, "Go for it, I'm ready for you to look at my gender!". Angel was still on the fence, so Laurie had a bright idea. (not!) She told us she will put the most important piece of information in a sealed envelope for us. I think she was just ready for us to leave because I kept on nudging at Angel to find out the sex. If you can only imagine how I felt... it actually felt worst than the Lakers losing to Boston!

I quickly tried to find ways to convince Angel to let us open up the envelope. My first attempt was to entice Angel to join me for brunch at Las Brisas overlooking scenic Laguna Beach. It couldn't have been a better environment, the sky was clear, the water was blue, and the birds were chirping cheerfully. As we ate, the envelope was on the table staring right at us. This is the most restraint I have ever had. I have been known for opening up all my presents before Christmas, then re-wrapping them, because I can't stand surprises. Angel went to the restroom and left me alone with the envelope... I quickly picked up the envelope, put it up to the light, then stopped myself. The thought of knowing without Angel to share the moment made me sad. That conscience thing is a real party pooper I tell ya.

By now, I think I have exhausted all the reasons why we should find out. I even pulled out the mother of Jesus as a last resort. I told Angel that even Mary knew Jesus was going to be boy before giving birth. Angel did ponder this for a second, but didn't budge.