It's a boy...maybe

Anna and I went to the doctor today. We thought today was the day when we'd find out the sex of the fetus we made last spring, but her placenta got in the way. Doctor says most likely it'll be male, but we didn't get a definitive answer. Oh well. Better luck next time. October 8 we should know for sure. Besides that, we learned the baby has no discernible birth defects, at least none yet. I'm always paranoid about those birth tests. What if it does have birth defects? What would I do then? What could I do? I guess it depends on the severity of the birth defects. Would he just be retarded? Would he be able to function at all? Would life really be worth living if you couldn't experience it the same way everyone else does? Or on the opposite spectrum: Does anyone want to experience life the same way as everyone else does? Definitely not. Being retarded might be a blessing these days. Retarded people can genuinely feel happy. How often do people of normal intelligence (whatever the fuck that means...) experience happiness? I would argue that retarded people are much happier unaware of the impending catastrophes awaiting themselves and mankind.