Congratulations! It's a ... Pepperoni Pizza?

Because we’re patient people, my wife and I have decided to wait to find out the gender of our unborn child until delivery day. By which I mean we flip-flopped eight seconds into our 20-week ultrasound and had them put it in a sealed envelope so we could wait until the time was perfect to open it. Which turned out to be 10 minutes later at Andolini’s, where we handed them the envelope and told them to make us a large pizza with the first letter of the gender written in pepperoni.

This is what they brought to the table.