It's the final countdown

It's a slow work week for me so far and el feto will officially be considered full term on Saturday (even though his projected birthdate is still a few weeks away). This means it's probably time to stop procrastinating on the baby front. Yesterday I bought diapers, mineral oil, talcum powder and some other sensible supplies. Today I pre-washed the first load of baby laundry, which includes swaddling blankets, onesies, formal outfits, socks, etc. (= all the light-colored gifts from, in alphabetical order: Cathy, Aunt Cindy, Eve, Emily, Joan, Megan and my parents. All are very cute and many are celeste y blanco, which is both Argentina- and boy-appropriate.)

So, I'm making some progress. But the toughest item on the to-do list has got to be deciding on a name. In Argentina, there's an official list of acceptable names (See: nombres autorizados). Strange. But with 1,337 names from Aaron to Zysli--including Ian's favorite mild oath, Dulce Jesús--I think we should be able to find one...

(Appropriate for these final pre-birth weeks, Ian's cellphone rings to the tune of Europe's The Final Countdown.)