Yes, the title is correct. We have decided to force young Maddox's hand... we are calling him out. It's time for him to head on out of the womb and into the world. I'm sure he's not happy about it, but realistically, what's he going to do about it... cry?... we are already expecting that. Now, if he comes out of the womb with a hand gun to go along with his unhappiness, we might be in trouble. That is probably unlikely, but given that Nicole and I made a little person in there, can we really rule out the possibility of creating a handgun too? I think not.
But anyway, we have decided to shoot for a July 7, 2007 birthday for him. (i.e. 7/7/07). Nicole's doctor is going to get the thing started on July 6, to help us get the coveted July 7 birth date. It all starts on July 6, mostly because the hospital we are going to said that they don't allow inducing on Saturday's. Since Nicole's doctor is already on call that weekend, she's going to "override" the hospital slightly to make it happen. It's really best for everybody. This way Nicole and I can plan for it, we can get the birth date we wanted (7/7/07) and Nicole's doctor doesn't have to worry about when Nicole may or may not go into labor. So it's a win win for everybody. And it's kind of cool that our doctor is doing it. It kind of gives her an edge. In some ways, she abides by the same rules as a professional wrestler... the only rule is that there are no rules! I've also updated and upgraded the countdown clock. 10 days... are you serious!??
Nicole and I are finally finished with the baby room. I have sprayed every blue can of spray paint available in the Metroplex, thus completing the chore Nicole had set out for me. We've painted and hung some things to go on the walls, so we are all set in that regard. And we've also finished some remodeling around the house. Only thing left, house wise, is a good cleaning, and we will be ready for Max and all his visitors. I've updated the blog with a slideshow of our happenings. Hope you enjoy.
The only other thing that has really been on going the last few weeks, and is still on going, is that we are starting to buy everything we see baby related. He needed a mobile for his crib. (Mobile = crib thing that spins around funny objects and plays music. i.e. something for him to stare at while laying on his back in his crib). So, given that this is our first born, we went all out. What we bought is pretty cool. It spins these funny looking farm animals on a weird axis that allegedly helps develop his spatial something or other. It plays 3 different kinds of classical music and I'm pretty sure there is a 50:50 chance it will make him go cross-eyed. Fingers crossed luck goes our way on this one. But seriously, this thing is pretty awesome. And, I do realize there is probably a better than 50:50 chance that Max could care less what's up there. But at least we tried.
Other than the crib mobile, we are starting to buy some/a lot of developmental toys for him. Toy shopping for a new born that we haven't met is really kind of a funny thing. It's surprisingly easy to get caught up in all the different types of toys out there. Then when you step back and really look at what's going on, you find yourself stressing out over whether you should buy the vibrating cow/horse type thing that giggles or should you buy the furry duck/penguin with the abnormally large head that quacks and has crinkly feet. Then it really hits, am I really asking myself which one of these things would make Maddox smarter? A vibrating cow or big headed duck? What have I become? It's a harsh reality. But it's fun. I've enjoyed it so far.
It's been fun. I can't believe we are only 10 days away from this thing starting. This whole time I've been real relaxed about it all... now that I see the clock getting real small and have been talking about "the day" as "next Friday", all of the sudden I'm starting to get a little nervous. What happened to the good ole days when the countdown clock was in the 80's? Used to be so far away then. Now I'm down to my last Saturday. But, as nervous as I am about it all, and as worried as I am for Nicole and Max, and as leery as I am of the changes it will bring, I know deep down it will be a great time. It's just the few days leading up to "next Friday" that are going to get me.