It's a go!

We've passed the official due date, and our baby hasn't even dropped yet. We're figuring it has something to do with what he's feeling, as described in a book Amanda was just reading: He's being held 24 hours per day and getting fed every second, as needed. Who can compete with that?

But we're giving him an ultimatum. Do it yourself or, after our meeting with the doctor this morning, we'll be inducing labor. We've scheduled to go in Wednesday night for starters, then things should get rolling on Thursday. Yeah, we'll have a baby on Groundhog Day, but he WILL NOT be named Phil (no offense to any Phil's out there). This plan would likely bring him home Saturday, and allow the three of us some time to spend together watching the Super Bowl on Sunday, as I described a few posts ago. Then I'll be off from work next week, and we'll all get to know eachother as, surely, family members file through during the weekdays.

Amanda and I are looking forward to finally having our baby. She's done with being pregnant. And she's convinced our son is upside down in her belly with his hands braced on her hip bones, pushing himself up against gravity. She's also afraid he's not ready, but the doctors seem to think he is (as does the calendar). So it looks like we'll be parents Thursday. Yikes. I don't think that's really hit me yet.

Name fun
While in the waiting room today, a baby magazine mentioned the name we've picked for our son as an example of an "old-fashioned" name. It noted parents who pick these names are fairly traditional and live in older houses. Then it pulled out a great description, noting these parents either "have money or want to." Wow! I think they covered about 99 percent of the world's population with that. That's useful information. I was waiting for desriptions like "wear clothing much of the time" and "tend to like oxygen."