Mr. W starts to worry...

So, normally, Mr. W is very good at calming me down in my most frantic and desperate moments, but as of late, he is becoming a bit impatient and worrisome about the day ahead.
Tomorrow is the big day I have been waiting for(and him too) for all these weeks.
The 20 week scan has finally arrived and I must say, if we had to wait much longer, Mr. W might have put me through an airport scanner just to see if he could have a peek at what is going on in there.
He is tired of the doppler. It will not suffice anymore. He needs proof that there is a little gorilla in there. He also is starting to voice his concern about having an ugly child.
"I sure hope our kid doesn't look like that", as he speaks of the grungy, dirty little long haired blond boy selected to play Michael Myers in the remake of Halloween by Rob Zombie. I tell him there is no way, and that why would our kid be blond like that, anyway?
He proceeds to point out that his nephews are blond and that he was blond himself as a child.
Fine, fair enough. I always wanted to be blond, why is this suddenly a curse?
Hell, I pay to have blond streaks put into my hair.
To be honest, when kids are little, there are very few that I would consider ugly.
With their clear, soft skin, and pretty silky hair, kids have what I wish I still had.
I assure him that no matter what, we wouldn't know the difference if our kid is ugly, anyway.
He seems fine with that answer.
He grunts at me that I will "get my little girl", like I am getting my way and winning a lottery.
I assure him that I have a feeling that this is a boy, and that he will have to wait and see. I then proceed to make him feel guilty by pointing out that if it is a girl, I will let her know that Daddy was terribly unhappy that she came out without boy parts.
This seems to shut him up.
He then throws a fit when a coworker who reports up to him calls his cell phone. He instinctively knows that he is calling off. He proceeds to have a minor fit about how he is not missing "his kid" because "xyz guy" won't bring his lazy ass to work.
I remind him that work will not shut down without him for a few hours and that he already let them know he would be out that day.
Mr. W is having a bit of nerves as we prepare for this historic event in our lives.
I have given up wanting anything other than a healthy child.
I will leave the rest of the worrying to Dad.