Proclamation turned in embryo bastion (3,1,3)

You need a holiday somewhere in the sun.
With all the people who are waiting, there never seems to be one.
-- Blur, Advert
On Tuesday, I got home from Campbellford and joined Hugh, Neva and Cheryl at her prenatal ultrasound. As I have mentioned, we have decided to find out the sex of the baby. Our rationalization is that this will allay any gender conflict among the children (Neva, wanting to name the baby Princess Mermaid Fairy Unicorn, has been presumably hoping for a girl; When asked what he had been expecting, Hugh surprised us by declaring "I thought it would be a doggy.")

So we found out. If you don't want to know yet, don't figure out the cryptic title to this entry.

Hint: not a doggy.