Grandbaby 21 is now officially grandson number 17.
And he is healthy, strong, and just as he should be. No sign of any troubles, just one heck of an adorable fetus (well, as much as any fetus is adorable on the grainy black-and-white screen of an old ultrasound machine). He's a great size, and the due date remains November 16, just before Thanksgiving.
And no matter how often Bradley nominates the name, we will NOT be naming him Ralph. (I wonder what he would do if I actually pretended to agree?)
