Maddox Reed Bain.
Our biggest decision to date, outside of actually deciding to have him, was deciding what to name him. We'll, that is probably debatable. Deciding to have a kid now seems like it went without much of a thought. Sometimes the biggest decisions in life often don't generate as much thought as you would think they would. And that is probably a good thing. So here's how it feels it went: Hey, want to have a kid? Hmm... okay. 8.5 months later: What just happened? But I'm glad we decided to have him and am really pumped about him getting here already, it's just funny though, because I really don't remember giving the idea as much thought as it probably warranted. But I digress... back to the name game. Maddox Reed Bain it is. If you go by the book we bought, and the internet translations, Maddox is Welsh for good and generous. Reed is English for red. And Bain is apparently Texan for Bad A**. And, if you go by initials... he will be Mr. B, or better yet, Mr. Bad A**. And actually, we might decide to go by that translation. Only time will tell I guess.
So today marked the first doctor appointment that Maddox had that involved a sonogram in a long time. The first sonogram in months. The nurse freaked us out because having a sonogram at this stage in the game means either somebody screwed up, or that your baby might be sick. Nice of the nurse to point this out to the both of us, but as it turned out, it was the former... Nicole's doctor put us in for a sonogram a long time ago and forgot about it. So long story short... we got a sneak peak look at our unborn son. And it didn't take a long look to realize there is nothing wrong with that boy. He was having a good time. We got to see his face, his feet with all 5 toes and way too much of his man parts. So much so that the nurse admitted she was having trouble getting a good picture of something without them getting in the picture. Quite embarrassing really. We were all... "C'mon Max." To be honest though, the embarassment was met equally with fatherly pride. That's my boy!
The other strange thing from the sonogram was that when he wasn't putting on a fetal cabaret show, he spent the majority of the time/all of the time sucking on his wrist. It was really crazy. My assessment, either he is a vampire, or he's going to suck off all 30 coats of paint I put on his furniture. And given my inadequacies at spray painting, I'm going to hope for a nice baby vampire.
Oh, and one other piece of info... we actually saw him practicing his breathing for when he comes out. How cool is that? The nurse said that all babies do it. Very crazy. Of course, this is the same nurse that lead us to believe that something was wrong with our baby, so she might not be completely up to par. With our luck lately, he was practicing his crying. And if this is indeed the case, I will be the first to let him know that I am also practicing... only I'm practicing my ability to not care. And I play for keeps!
I've included a recent photo (yesterday) of Nicole for those that haven't gotten a chance at seeing her lately. She has really ballooned up. I'm sure she appreciates that analogy, but in all seriousness, she's kind of a big one. I don't think her belly can stretch out anymore. It looks painful. The only bright side is that Goose has taken to low rider status rather than living up around Nicole's rib cage. I guess a lot of babies start riding low in the womb at this stage. It's kind of making me think that Max might show up a little earlier than we all think. July 13th is the due date, but if I were a gambling man, I'd put money on the first week of July.
Also... two more quick things. 1. I did just nickname him Max. Feel free to call him whatever you would like though. 2. I have 4 sonogram pictures that I will try and post for everybody sometime this weekend.