Well, the news is in and we have decided upon a name.... but you'll have to settle for information from our last doctor visit. Going into the follow-up sonogram, Christina and I were both a bit shaky. We were greeted by another foreign face who was not nearly as friendly and personable as the previous nurse technician. She was able to capture some good profile images from the side and gave us the opportunity to see frontal facial images, but after that brief period the technician was all business.... probing and measuring, probing and measuring, inserting a slick one-liner, probing and measuring.... and then leaving the room with the fate of our baby held within the data and pictures in her hand. After about 5 minutes which felt like 5 hours, doctor doom came through the door. Judging from her previous demeanor when she laid the darkest of prognosis upon our child, the situation did not look good; however, with a dramatic pause that would win a Hollywood actress an Oscar, she finally informed us of the good news... our little man has resumed normal development and the previous cyst has begun to drain. With a smile on her face we had yet to experience, she ecstatically proclaimed, "See, I told you he would correct himself!"