It's a boy.
We're having ANOTHER BOY.
I've been sitting here trying to think of something else to say. Except. ANOTHER BOY.
Jason: If this were the 1500s, you'd be really popular.
Amy: Seriously. Henry VIII would be all over me. He'd probably have you killed.
Doctor: Um, okaaaay...and that's a foot, right there.
Another boy. Another giant-headed, adorable, perfect baby boy.