I’ve made a quick run home to take care of some errands and take advantage of the broadband connection to upload some better photos (not taken with my cameraphone like on the moblog here). As you can see, these photos of Sam from his first day in this world show just what a cutie he is. And look at that hair! More updates to follow….

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Arrived at 9:30 am.
6 lbs 10 ozs
19.5 inches
Mom and baby are doing great. first photo in moblog

Today we are at 41 weeks, and more ready than ever. Yesterday featured some excitement. Amy had her weekly appointment with her OB, and the doctor didn’t see enough activity to her liking on the non-stress test baby monitor in the office. So off went Amy across the street to Piedmont Hospital for a more accurate test, which might involve dosing her with petosin as they did during our version a few weeks back. Amy called me at work, so I immediately left, swung by the house in a frenzy and gathered (a) the camera bag (b) her pillows and (c) her clothes. Just as I walked into the hospital she called and said she had the all-clear! Baby was doing absolutely fine, and they were glad to see a few mild but irregularly timed contractions with no ill-effects on our baby. Just another case of better safe than sorry.

After that experience, we thought we should try another Atlanta-area restaurant with a reputation for bringing on labor – McKinnon’s Louisianne in Buckhead. Amy had the fried eggplant sticks along with her eggplant seafood casserole. Here is their promise:

And speaking of dishes and traditions, Mckinnon’s stuffed eggplant (a casserole with shrimp, crab and eggplant to die for) is guaranteed to get an expectant and past due mom to deliver. Billy says, “if an expectant mom is a day over 9 months and has my stuffed eggplant, we will promise baby in 48 hours or dinner is “on the house.” Needless to say there is quite a parade of past due parents at the restaurant.

Yes, we are getting desperate!

So far, nothing to report, other than a very full belly for both of us.

So far, the eggplant doesn’t seem to have sped this along. We have until about 7 p.m. tonight until Scalini’s free dinner and t-shirt deal expire. Oh well. As I’m sure my brother-in-law Scott would attest, this is all probably just a conspiracy to make sure that our baby arrives right around 7 p.m. this Sunday, just as the Masters tournament concludes. I’m sure they have CBS on the hospital tv system, so hopefully Amy will find the azaleas and green grass have a calming effect. A guy can hope, right?