Hi Mr. Elijah!
Let's sing a song together. Remember how I told you that every time I said your name I thought of that song "Cecilia"? We are going to use that chorus. Are you ready?
Oh-oh Elijah,
Please come today.
I am begging you please to be born.
Can you hear me singing it to you? :) If you can hear it, you are ignoring me. December 20 sure does sound like a good birthday to me. If not, tomorrow will work. We are going to the hospital at 11 so your dad can have a test. He should be done at 1:30 and he already told me that he does not want to wake up at 1:30 and have a newborn Elijah handed to him :) So, tomorrow afternoon would work. Or, if you just want to be stubborn, we will be back at the hospital on the 22nd for your doctors appointment. That day would work too. 23, 24 and 25 really don't work so well for us with the holidays and all so let's focus on the next 3 days then we can skip to the 26. Sure would be nice if I could control the situation as easily as that. I will just keep singing our song to you until you pop out.
We had a busy day yesterday, huh? We saw your Godmother Becky and lots of Grampa Larry's family. We baked cookies all day with them. We went to the diaper store and bought some fun things. But, we sure were tired, huh? I should have taken more breaks and laid down because you are not used to that sitting up right all day. But, we made it through.
Today, big drum roll please, you are 36 weeks. I know I told you last week you could come but, really, I didn't want you to come any earlier than 36 weeks. Now, in my mind, you are good to go. Medically, the doctors would say you have 7 more days until you are full term. Your odds of survival are as high as they are going to get - 99+% and your medical problems are as low as they are going to get. From what I have read, the week between 35 and 36 is pretty crucial for you to be able to eat well on your own and you are past that. If you were a turkey, your red button would probably be half way out - ready to poke out all the way in 7 days.
Did you feel me laughing so hard yesterday that my tummy hurt? Oh my gosh, your dad cracked me up for a solid 10 minutes. I can't remember the last time I laughed that hard. We were talking about catching you in a compromising situation and how he would stand there going "um...um...um...stay there while I get your mom." He says he is the big disciplinarian but the compromising situation we were speaking of left him speechless where he would be yelling "STACY...." across the house. Then, can't you see him smiling at you and taunting you "You are in so much trouble...." I could not stop laughing. Just so you know (when the time comes), that is what back seats of cars are for - not my house.
I think you are getting STRONG! I felt you move so I put my hand where I felt you moving and it really wasn't a subtle roll. I could feel bones moving around. I am assuming it is your hands/arms because it was really low. Your feet are really high pressing on my diaphragm but there is enough movement really low that I think your arms are still up over your head. It was weird to feel something so solid move across my tummy and not just flutters or individual thumps. I just can't imagine what it is going to be like when my tummy is empty again. I probably won't have time to think about it much because if I did have time, I will probably be trying to take a nappy :)
Well, kiddo, that is it for you for today. No work for us tomorrow with your dad's test and we will be asking all of your Grampas to keep an eye out on him. Then, in about 48 hours, we will get to see you for an extended amount of time because it is our final big ultrasound. They will measure you and tell us if you are a big-fat-pig with a big-fat-head. Then, I will pass out thinking that big-fat-head needs to come out of somewhere :) I don't know if it is a good photo opportunity or not but it is exciting to think that it is probably our last big ultrasound. Soon, we will get to see you putting your arms up in pictures in real life :)
Oh-oh Elijah,
Please come today.
I am begging you please to be born.
