W hen we found out that we were having a boy, I was surprised. Okay, shocked. I don’t know why, but it didn’t really occur to me that our baby wouldn’t be a girl. We had a great, top-secret name picked out and were really excited to be able to use it. But then apparently an old popsicle stick showed up in the ultrasound. (I say “apparently” because I couldn’t really tell what I was looking at, and a popsicle stick seemed as likely as any other thing that might show up there). Which started a whole previously unimagined series of events.
