After 25 minutes of painful external, and then internal, and then more external poking and prodding, we got confirmation that we have a boy. Although I have to tell you, she was never completely convincing, because she kept looking, but whatever. It’s a boy.

So unless he comes out with a sign on his head saying, “my name is such-and-such”, or comes out lacking certain things we SWEAR we saw yesterday, we’re finally getting our Clark! And our Clark is going to be decked in Superman knits.

Can’t help it.

Nate is way into comic books, both super-hero and otherwise, and I’ve always had a thing for Superman. Can you blame me?

He’s divine.

So my yarn store shopping is going to consist of red, blue, and yellow for awhile. And I’m first going to look for red, and blue koigu. I already have a great yellow. And somewhere in there, I’m going to knit myself a pair of socks for the hospital. Not Superman socks, just a pretty pair of socks to deliver in. It’s a tradition for me to deliver my babies wearing pretty socks, although this will be the first time they’ll be hand knitted pretty socks, and I’m looking forward to it. For some reason, when I’m laying in the hospital bed completely lack of dignity in that wretched hospital gown, I enjoy looking down and seeing my pretty socks.

It’s the little things.