Congratulations!
So, where’re the pictures, huh? Huh?
Well, congrats to you and to Nurse as well, for entirely different reasons. One’s the result, t’others the cause!
Congratulations to you, Mrs. Meat, and welcome to the new Meatling!
Regards,
Shodan
Congratulations on your new Meatball! I wish you and your family all the best.
The only parental advice I can give you on the care of a Meatball is limited, but here goes: Avoid putting him on top of any spaghetti, and most certainly avoid the kind covered in cheese. Someone is almost certain to sneeze, and then Og knows what could happen! However, many scientific texts believe that placing your Meatball near spaghetti or even under spaghetti is quite safe, and even occurs naturally. However, if you do find your Meatball on top of spaghetti, despite your best efforts, no worries: doctors say, minor complications aside, ultimately, all they do is turn to mush, at which point all you need do is change his diaper and he’ll be good as new.
You should’ve named him meatwad.
Not just any ol’ Woody, she popped a nine pounder! 
Congrats!
Wonderful! Isn’t life great?
- RickJay, still six weeks from meeting LittleJay
You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me? Then who the hell else are you talkin’ to? You talkin’ to me? Well I’m the only one here. Who do you think you’re talking to?
Well, that was fun. No, actually. Only just discovered that you were a bloke, so your woody comment mystified me.
Mind you, I spend much of my life in a state of mystification - not quite in the loop here, frozen out there.
Off to release my sense of alienation by getting myself a Mohican…