Friends and colleagues be warned: My wife and I are breeding the next generation of JuJitsu warrior.
The lil' guy/gal was rolling in utero for a couple weeks before we found out, so he's got a head start on the competition.
We're happy as clams, Cathy is over the worst of the morning sickness, and we're looking forward to the happy day (early November). Well, me more than her. I keep catching her staring worriedly at my massive head and rubbing her belly. Birth is not going to be nice to her if my little guy/girl gets this noggin!
Joe = Happy
Cathy = Happy