Well, there he is, yup he. He will most likely be Jack, and he's already like both of his parents. First, he really enjoys sleep, like his mommy; when the doctor tries to get a good look at him, he didn't immediately wake up like his daddy; and he wouldn't get into a good position to let us see if he was a boy or girl without much prodding, showing his stubbornness, like both of his parents.
Still haven't decided on the middle name, we still have time, no pressure. I'm pushing for Daniels, Sparrow, Anakin, Lucas, Lando, 3PO, Neo, David, Matthew, or something really biblical like Nebuchadnezzer, or Samson.
Maybe baby names shouldn't be my responsibility.

From this picture, we also know that he's happy and content, as displayed by his little thumbs up that everything is going a-ok in there.

In another month, we'll start learning all the details about the hospital, where to go, who to call, all that jazz, and start taking our classes where we learn things that I have no idea about, like diaper changing, what to do with the umbilical cord hanging from his belly, how and when to feed, and how early he can start watching Star Wars.

As a testament to either my predictability, Jen's smarts, or both, I said to her (completely seriously) "You know what a new baby boy really needs?"
She instantly responded with, "We're not buying him a big screen TV."
Man, she's smart.