10/1/25
We got the text from the doctor while driving from an epic hike (Maple Loop in the Northern Cascades). It was my birthday. This was maybe the single biggest piece of news in my life to date.
I’m honestly confused how people wait till the birth for the gender reveal. I was so eager. It took a lot of self control to wait an hour so we could do the reveal while not driving.
The honest truth is I was hoping for a girl. I had reservations about having a boy. I know myself. My parents have shared many stories. I feel bad for them.
I think I’m cool. But I know I’m a monster. I thought, if we have a boy, I’ll think it’ll be more like me. Cool, but also a monster.
Julia is so sweet and mellow and calm and clean. My perfect balancing force. Her parents have also shared many stories. The sweet and loving little girl. She’s cool. And not a monster. I thought, if we have a girl, she will be sweet and mellow and calm. Not a monster.
The gender reveal was a temporary heart drop. I had “manifested” the girl in my head. I had a gut feeling (though, with 20/20 hindsight my gut is gross and also a monster). An immediate wave of “oh no, what have I done!?!?!”.
But over the past six weeks, I’ve become so excited about having a little dude.
While I hope we bring a sweet, quiet, mellow, calm, and clean little human into this world. I’m equally excited to bring in the mini-me monster. In either direction, it will be fun and an adventure.
I dream of nights out in the park playing catch. Going to baseball games.
And introducing him to Metallica and death metal and mosh pits.
And shooting hoops. And playing disc golf. Or learning ball golf together.
And going on long hikes and pulling our dicks out to piss into the vast horizon.
A homie.
Who knows where the tides will take him. I hope he takes after Julia. But I’ll be equally stoked if he takes after me. I’m ready for the monster. I couldn’t be more excited.
