Hi Baby Elijah - or as I now call you "Monster Baby"!
You got another clean bill of health today buddy. I wasn't paying too much attention to the screen because the pressing was making me uncomfortable but your dad was watching close. Let's get down to business with everything I have to tell you...
Your dad got a clean bill of health yesterday! Good news, huh? But, it sure was a long day for us sitting there waiting for him. He has to do another test on Monday to see if they can figure out what is wrong with him.
Could you tell we woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning? We woke up with rage issues then subjected the entire doctor's office to them. At least we warn them in advance, huh? I told our nurse immediately I had rage issues so they were all prepared.
As we could have predicted, the Dr. won't give in and induce us next week. All he will say is "We will see what happens." So, he will take my stitch out and we will walk around for an hour or so and see if you decide to pop out. Then, he let me know that he is only working on Monday next week so if you come after that, he won't deliver you. He followed that up with a great announcement that the dr. we hate is the one on call this holiday weekend. If you come after 12:00 on Christmas Eve, we are hosed. But, you know what, I am OK with that. I would rather you be born and deal with the doctor we hate than continue being miserable. :) Besides, I think the nurses do all the work and the dr. is just there to catch you.
So, have you been waiting for me to tell you if you are a big-fat-pig with a big-fat-head? Well, the answer to that question is a big fat astounding YES. You are measuring 39 weeks in all of your measurements - at least your head isn't out of proportion to the rest of your body. Are you ready for your weight? Darn kid - you are 8 pounds. They said the ultrasound is off by 1/2 lb one way or the other but one thing is for sure - you are a big-fat-pig. I saw your dad's eyes get wide, his face get all scrunched up and him look panicked. I was like "What is wrong?" He kept seeing your measurements and then finally your weight and he got a little freaked out :)
We went to lunch afterwards and he was telling me about everything I missed on the ultrasound. Apparently, your head and tummy are so big, she could not get them to fit on the screen. She had to kind of add to the measurements on the screen to get to the right ones. Zooming out didn't help either. So, big head and big belly. There is room for debate on who's side of the family you take after since, as your dad so delicately put it "There are healthy eaters on both sides." Between you and me, I think he is secretly thinking my side in his head. She also had a hard time measuring your noggin because you are so darn low. You are in good position to make your debut.
Well, it doesn't look like we are going to have a a baby Elijah for Christmas after all. If you want to come on your own, just break that juice bag and we will get you up to the hospital. The weather is supposed to get bad soon so if you decide to come on your own, the sooner the better :) You can even come on Christmas if you want - just need to make sure you don't decide to break your juice bag on Gramma's couches - haha. I don't think I realized how much we were hoping you would come for Christmas until we realized you weren't coming. Even your dad looked a little down when we were talking about the upcoming Christmas festivities.
So, Monster 8lb baby Elijah, we will talk to you soon and I will keep singing to you. I gave you a stern lecture yesterday telling you to come out and you started moving and punching on the stitch. You are giving it your best effort, that is for sure :)
Oh-oh Elijah!
Please come today.
I am begging you please to be born...
