Hi Baby Elijah!
Little man, you are officially full term. You can officially be born - 37 weeks. Last night at midnight, your dad was half asleep and he rolled over and said "It is midnight. He is 37 weeks." Then, we turned on my iPhone and your pregnancy program and watched the pregnancy progress bar fill all the way to the green :) It said "Your baby boy is now full term." Can you believe all we have made it through and you are nearly here - your immaculate conception, your cervical stitch, your mom's constant whining and all of our constant anxiety. Now, you are a full term, big fat pig. The pregnancy program said I should stop gaining weight now but you will continue to put on a few ounces here and there.
We had another big day yesterday, huh? Christmas at Great Gramma Lang's - photos, gift exchange, dinner and games. We drank too much Diet Coke, ate too much sugar, and went too long without resting. Holy mackerel you were a crazy man last night. About 1:30, you finally calmed down and we fell asleep. At 5:15, we were up and ready to go. I am sure that we will be crashing for a nappy this afternoon. I think you know it is almost time for you to bust out of there so you are just partying away!
I had a dream last night that I was watching our various videos of you and there was a photo of you sticking your tongue out at me but, this time, you had a clearly visible butt chin. I was so excited. I also dreamt that Great Grampa Lang popped in to say hi to us. I am sure that he, along with your other Grampas, will be watching out for us over the next few days to make sure your arrival is safe. When I had to wake your dad up at 5:15 (just because we were up), I had to tell him about your butt chin. He said "I hope he does have a butt chin for your sake." haha.
It seems like the people we talk to are split on whether or not you will be here tomorrow. About half agree with me that your stitch will come out (oh man, you are stretching that thing to the max and pushing it down where I think I could take it out now) and you will fall out. The other half just like to torture your mom and say "you have another month to go - he won't be here Monday." Let's hope we show those naysayers the light because I am so ready to meet you and ready to have all this pressure out of my tummy.
One interesting note that fascinates me. Your Uncle Zach likes to take a lot of photos and he publishes them on various websites. For Christmas, he put them into a little book for Gramma Lang and added some of his writing to it. It turned out SO GOOD (even though *sigh* we didn't get a copy). When I was looking at it, there was a page of musical lyrics on there and, guess what? ELIJAH was on the page. Coincidence or not? I have seen the photo but I didn't remember seeing Elijah on there. I think it may have been the seed that planted your name into my consciousness.
Well, little one, that is about it. I am having a hard time believing that tomorrow could be the day that our little family goes from 2 to 3. That also means that we transform from Mark and Stacy to Mommy and Daddy. Amazing. I tend to ignore the part in between now and then where I transform into a raging, hormonal, threatening-to-kill-your-dad chic :) You have my permission to party hearty in there for another 28 hours or so - give your mom a final day to remember. Then, for heaven's sake, pop out already!!!
