OK, so today was the "due date" for the newest addition to our family. Modern medicine has progressed so much in the last 500 years that our child's birth is measured in the same way that library books are. Apparently the enforcement of that date is equally nebulous, since he/she seems to thinking hanging upside down inside a uterus is preferable to a spacious Brooklyn Heights apartment.
So anyway, we wait. The room is painted and filled with the requisite Bugaboos and Baby Einstein equipment. The AC/DC toddler outfit is folded in the drawer, waiting for Mommy to leave for a few hours so Daddy can counteract any Dave Matthews influence. We're a little impatient and are beginning to suspect my wife may give birth to a two year old...in two years. Or to Mearth.
To tide us over, we're discussing several distinguished names which have provided endless amusement to us. Feel free to vote on any of the following:
2) Wandering Bear
5) Major Tom
Jack, Max, Chloe, Alexandra and Isabelle are all also on the table, but we never seriously talk about those. We also need to consider what to name it if it turns out to be a V-Baby (View this photo). Suggestions are welcome.
Wish us luck! In the meantime, my wife will be drinking castor oil and ridin' Tilt-o-Whirls in hopes of moving things along....