Plan B (or is it C or D?... ahhh... to heck with plans!)

We went to the doctor's office this morning to have a non-stress test to check on the baby, and it just about kicked the monitor off of my belly! So all is well, and we are continuing to wait. For all of you out there believing in the heartrate theory for deciding if it's a boy or girl, when the baby was quiet, the heartrate hung out around 130 (most would say that's a boy). And, when I looked at the poster on the wall of the female reproductive system, the heartrate soared to about 160. I'm even starting to think it's a boy.
So now we are scheduled to go to the hospital at 3pm on Sunday to start induction (unless, of course, the full moon does its thing tonight and gets this baby movin'!), and then the doctor that we have been working with for the past couple of weeks will deliver our little monster on Monday. We're looking forward to working with Dr. Brandner, as he's a fellow biker, and we can welcome this baby as we all watch the Tour de France (well, hopefully the doctor will be watching the baby!). Erik's declared that the baby will be named after whoever is leading the Tour at the time... if the baby were born right now, it looks like Cadel would be the winning name (and no, I never said I agreed to all this!). All I can say is thank goodness Riccardo has been eliminated from the Tour (Riccardo Lindhjem... I don't think so!!!).