"We" can beat that...

Seen around the web today:

Michels gave birth to a 14-pound, 13-ounce boy Tuesday at William W. Backus Hospital.

Backus officials said the newborn -- Stephon Hendrix Louis-Jean -- broke the 18-year record for the biggest baby ever born at the hospital by 1 pound, 13 ounces. He was nearly 23 inches long.

I think we can do better.

Suggestions for Music to Labor By

Still no baby news--aside from the fact that the little cuss is kicking up a storm and moving here, there, everywhere. Yesterday was a particularly active day. Baby even wiggled his/her toes at one point, which was the first time I'd felt that. It was like a little butterfly tickling my tummy.

So Martin and I are mostly prepped and ready to go. We finished packing the bag this morning and are ready to start burning CDs to listen to whilst producing life. I'd like some suggestions for any good songs; we need high-energy music as well as more mellow tunes. They don't need to be birth-themed (like Salt-n-Pepa's "Push It"), but you can go that direction if you'd like.

Any help?

T-minus 18days, 11 hours...

I made a few small changes to the site yesterday, adding a countdown and separating the pictures slideshows from the recent photos because we'd discovered some people didn't realize there were different pictures under the slideshow link. While making those changes, I happened to open the site in Internet Explorer (I use Firefox, as should you) and realized that the site looked awful in IE. IE has some quirks in how it renders pages written in CSS and I apparently hit them all. Needless to say, I now understand some of the comments I'd gotten about the site a little better. "Yeah, Martin, the site looks greaaaaat...".

Oh well, Just another in entry to my long list of "never trust Microsoft" life-lessons.

Oh, and no baby yet.

Getting Ready for Y2Baby

Recently, bunker mentality has overtaken me and so I spent this labor day stocking the pantry as if tomorrow I would wake up to find the streets overflowing with zombies (though I left screwdrivers--the zombie killers best friend--off the shopping list).

But what was on the shopping list included the ingredients to make a couple gallons of a super soup (ironically called "Super Soup"), spinach lasagna, and enough Diet Coke to sink a battleship. And next weekend we make more freezer-ready dishes. Basically, I'm assuming that once baby gets here, Kerri and I will become shut-in's, incapable of doing more than staggering to the freezer and popping pre-portioned containers of soup or lasagna into the microwave.

Now, of course, this is a bit over-the-top. But, my reasoning is, there are a myriad of things that I think I'm probably prepared for but am really not (you have to change baby's diaper what, twice a day?) and another myriad of things I no doubt haven't anticipated at all. So, those things that I can anticipate (e.g. our need to eat) we might as well take care of now. Hence, by the time baby gets here, I plan on having provisioned enough grub so that Kerri, I, and the baby can easily survive alone for at least a year (or however long it takes a scrappy band of misfits to overthrow the zombie hoards and rescue us.)

And It Burns, Burns, Burns...

"Ring of Fire" has been going through my head a lot lately--and not just because the song really kicks butt. No, it's been endlessly circling in my mind because this @#$%# heartburn is never-freaking-ending. And it burns, baby, it burns.

So now, in addition to really, really, REALLY looking forward to meeting Baby, I have the added bonus of looking forward to the (hopeful) end of my own personal Ring of Fire. Outside of meeting the little Booger, I thought the thing I was looking forward to the most post-pregnancy was sleeping on my back again. Now I'm torn between looking forward to that and to not have a trail of lava blazing up my throat every second of the day.

So if you have any suggestions, I'm ready to listen. Only I'm not a very good patient. For example, I still go ahead and eat stuff I know I shouldn't. But--honestly--I got heartburn yesterday after drinking a glass of water. Seriously. Good ole H2O. So I could try eating boiled chicken every day for the next month, or I could go ahead and eat that piece of pizza. Can you blame me?