Baby's in trouble

Well, Baby and I pulled a fast one on the state of California today, and got a free doctor's visit. Here's the diagnosis:

PREGNANT!

Baby is totally knocked up with child. Embarazada. Lazlo's going to be a daddy!

We've actually known for a few weeks now. Baby doesn't usually throw up every day, so we knew it was either a baby or a "Taste of Bangkok" (you Pasadena dwellers will know what I mean by this). We've had time to prayerfully consider names, and we've come up with the following: if she's a girl, her name is going to be "Heart For The Nations." If he's a boy, he shall be called "Ten Forty Window." That or "L'il Lazlo."

Well, here are the pictures:

These are possibly the worst sonograms ever taken of a healthy 10-week-old fetus, but we got to see a lot more in the office. Milagro (as we've taken to calling him/her) has stubs that will be arms, and a strong heartbeat. The heartbeat was the best part. The nurse was the weird part. She didn't seem to like it when people have babies. Baby remembers the visit a little bit differently, and so she contests the labels I put on the close-up ultrasound picture. But I say that nobody thinks completely clearly when she's wearing a paper gown and stirrups.

Anyways, we're obviously really excited. This baby thing isn't going to make our lives any easier, and Baby's not getting a Powerbook any sooner, but having an extra dependent can hardly be considered a bad thing.

P.S.: Listen to Richard Swift, because he's amazing.