Well, the doctor called today. The plan as of yesterday afternoon was to induce Tania sometime this week if the baby didn’t just come popping out by herself. Maybe Wednesday. Maybe Thursday. But at the latest, Friday.

I was totally pulling for Friday. Not that i don’t want to see my daughter’s face. I do. I am completely excited to finally see the face of the my other favorite girl in this world. It’s just that i have a few “little” things to take care of before then.

So, as i was saying, the doctor called today. And somewhere in the back of mind i guess i already knew what she would say… “we have you scheduled to come in tomorrow (wednesday) at 7:15am and we’ll get things going.”

Tomorrow . . . 7:15am . . . I don’t get up that early on my early days!

Tomorrow . . . 7:15am . . . really, I am going to be a dad in 24 hours?

Tomorrow . . . 7:15am . . . what is up with 7:15? Why not 7:00 or 7:30? Do we really need to be that specific?

Well, either way, tomorrow is the day she arrives. But, in the effort to make it on nature’s terms and not just the doctor’s, we took off to the mall this evening and met up with some good friends of ours that are having a baby too. They, unlike us, have made it to the full 40 weeks and now some more. (Lucky, punks. I bet they feel a lot more ready!) So, both of us hoping to use gravity and excercise to coerce our daughters out, went walking through the mall.

Nothing happened. I don’t know what i was expecting, maybe one of the ladies to lean over as we passed the baby Gap and wince, “oh, there’s a contraction!” But, no. Nothing. Maybe it was because we started talking more than walking. Maybe it was because there was some cool software that loured me into the Mac store. Maybe it was because we got bored of walking past the same shops and stopped and ate ice cream at Cold Stone instead.

Maybe…But, then again, maybe it is because our daughter is coming tomorrow at 7:15am.

Psalm 139:13-16 says, “You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb . . . you watched me as i was being formed in utter seclusion, as i was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before i was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.”

What crazy verses, huh? To think that God knows my daughter so intimately, and i have yet to even see her face. To think that God knows exactly what is going on in there . . . humbling, to say the least.

And maybe, in God’s book, her time is written down as Wednesday, January 30, 2008 at 7:15am.