Baby Daddy

So I said I would address it in a later post, so here goes. Who is my baby's daddy? The possibilities are:

1. Kevin, my husband who you all know and some of you love.

2. Mr. Met, the Mets mascot who you may not know but once you meet him, you will love him.

Yes, I have to admit, even though I am a die-hard Cubs fan, I fell hard for Mr. Met when I came to New York. I think the first time he caught my eye was during a rain delay at Shea, when he was wearing a yellow rain slicker with an umbrella and jumping in the puddles. My crush only got worse once SNY started airing commercials of Mr. Met wreaking havoc on Shea Stadium out of his boredom when the Mets were on a road trip.

At this point, only time will tell. Kevin has agreed to love the baby unconditionally, whether it comes out with a baseball head or not. (Of course, I think he is counting on the fact that a Mr. Met baby will get him into the all-new Citi Field next year.)

You be the judge. Here is the latest ultrasound picture at 12 weeks, 2 days: