Another trip to the baby Dr. today and now Nathan's days in the womb are numbered.... literally. 14 to be exact. The Dr. said that if he's not out by Jan. 3rd, she's going to induce labor. He's a little too comfy in there and since we want to meet him before it's time to send him off to kindergarten, we may have to force mother nature's hand a little. So, it looks like mom's birthday present will be a grandchild. It's not a 42" plasma screen HDTV, but it'll have to do. It also looks like dad has become the front-runner to win the umbillical cord for his guess in the birthing pool. He guessed Jan. 3rd at 2am. The contest isn't over yet though. Nate could still decide to make things interesting any time between now and the 3rd.
What I don't understand is why she couldn't induce him on the 31st. (Yes, I did have the gall to ask the Dr. if she could induce during the 2007 tax year.) He's been in there for 9 months. What difference is 3 more days of quality time with his mother really going to make? I wouldn't even call it quality time. Olivia's always fighting him and poking at him through her belly. I can't imagine it's very much fun for either of them. Is that what they teach you in med school, how to read a calendar? C'mon, I have to start buying diapers by the gross here pretty soon. Can't you slide your scale a couple days and get me a tax break here, doc? Ugh.
Let's go Nate. Make your daddy proud and your momma relieved. Wiggle your skinny little butt out of there next week while your Aunt Shauna and Uncle Tom are here to shower you with whatever kind of spoiling aunts and uncles do. Everybody wins here, Nate! Move towards the light!
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