I also had my second non-stress test at the hospital (a welcome break from the chaos at home). I asked the nurse if I could stay til I have the baby. She said they would love to keep me, but it might get a little pricey. That's for sure--maybe somebody at the Econolodge would fluff my pillows and bring me ice water and toast for the next few weeks--it would cost about 95% less than staying at the hospital. Just kidding. I miss my kids even after a 2-hour playdate; three weeks away wouldn't work!
Today we talked about names a little bit. The family is divided into two factions as far as Baby Bay Names go: Heidi and I are all for James and Addie and Daddy still want Ole. Daddy is not totally against James and he admits, "Well, I get the middle and last names..." but would still love an Ole. I love the name Ole, too, but I have noticed in the three years we have talked/written about the name, there hasn't been a single person who read it our spelled it right. And that's just not a curse you want to place on your only son, no matter how cute and Swedish the name is.
Tonight when we talked about it, I sang the "Sweet Baby James" (by James Taylor) song to the girls, convincing them that baby brother could have his own song.
There is a young cowboy who lives on the range
His horse and his cattle are his only companions
He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons
Waiting for Summer, his pastures to change
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and [yummy root] beer
And closing his eyes as the dogies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
As if maybe someone could hear
Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rockabye Sweet Baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
And rockabye sweet baby James
Heidi started to chant "BA-BY JAMES! BA-BY JAMES!" to which Addie responded with the chant "I HATE JAMES! WE WANT OLE! I HATE JAMES! WE WANT OLE!" Crazy kids. Maybe we will have to give the baby three names--he is, afterall, the ONLY boy (if he's a boy at all). In Rich's family, the first son always gets the Dad's name for a middle name, so he will be James Richard Melin--good, solid English name. Or we could throw in Ole for good measure--James Ole Richard Melin--and Dad could still call him Ole. Or JR. Or Jorm. Or anything but Jim (sorry dads--it's JAMES!). Of course, if baby tricks us and turns out to be a girl, it's still Josephine Elrey or Josephine Mae, and she will be called Josie. Then again, we may get a look at the kid and think of something totally different, but this is where we are right now.
PS: Totally unrelated and irrelevant note-- I hate Hildi Santo-Tomas on Trading Spaces. She is so lucky to have that gig because in REAL life, a good designer is one who listenes to and pleases her clients and makes their space more liveable and enjoyable. Good designers do not take pride in making home owners cry. Also, I followed that lame MTV show The Hills this summer (gimme a break, I'm on bedrest) , and may I just say that the finale was the stupidest thing I have ever seen on TV and just about the worst message to send to young women. Summary: the main character gets offered a summer internship in Paris with Teen Vogue (she is a fashion student & aspiring designer) and she passes it up to stay & spend the summer in a Malibu beach house with her Coke-head, self-centered boyfriend. Um...yeah, that's realistic. Maybe for a girl who doesn't need to put her career and education first because her dad is loaded and dumps money on her. But really, SO LAME.