Yes, that is right. Your mom called you a creep and, in the past, has called you a turd and a big fat pig. Go ahead and call your therapist as soon as you know how to speak and dial a phone :) Let's get the important stuff out of the way. You have a clean bill of health for 3 more weeks. You are just 1 ounce shy of 3 pounds, you are still sewn in there nice and tight and your size is good. Your measurements looked good and your heart was beating like crazy. So, at the most important level - you get an A+.
Now, let's talk about the trivial stuff. This was supposed to be *thee* important appointment for your photography. You are at the stage where you are formed enough to make you look like a cute little baby but not so squished in there that we can't distinguish you. The suspense built, the screen came on, the 3D wand was pulled out... This, my love, is what you did to us....

Yes, that is right, you told us to get that camera off your face. I had to look accusingly at your father and say "See, he is your stinking kid." Then, I had to laugh because it was so darn funny.
Next, she tried moving you around a bit so you would move your arm. She was trying to shake you with the wand. She was being so nice and polite with gentle little shakes and I was thinking to myself that she needed to be less gentle with you and beat you into moving your arm :)



Then, at the last minute, you gave us one really good sneak peek at you. Oh, no, obviously, you couldn't show us your entire face because then you wouldn't be a Brigham. However, we got this good one and I believe, a bit of smirk in there. Kind of like "I got you two again. NaNaNaNaNaNahhh,.."

It is 5 hours after these photos were taken and I am seriously in awe at them. I rotate between cracking up because you are so shy or evil (can't decide which one yet), being angry at your dad for passing on this genetic trait to you and just being so overcome with happiness. My goodness - you are a little tyke growing in there. You have 10 fingers and everything - which you so proudly had to show us. You are still growing healthy and have plenty of amniotic juice and no signs of coming any time soon. I just can't stop looking at them. You are our son and we are going to be parents. Still blows my mind but yet there you are in 3d splendor and, as I type, you are kicking the crap out of me. Too much to take in!!
Other small details - Bonehead doesn't think you are going to come early or when your stitch is out. He thinks you are going to go full term. There is no scientific reasoning behind his answer but that is his gut. If that is true, I don't think you will get to meet your Auntie Val or Unc until the end of January. (That is if your mom's guilt trip on your Unc worked and I convinced him to come see you on 1/29 during the Eli Meet and Greet) But, that means that Gramma Debi D doesn't miss out on you since she will be in Florida that week. No date is going to please everyone but you coming out healthy and full term will please everyone!
Your mom tried oh so hard to get out of work - just a few hours a day. When else I am going to have the opportunity to be such a slacker? Nope, no go. Your mean spirited doctor said that if I wanted to get a doctor to lie for me, I should call my diabetic doctor that I cheated on him with. :) I am not kidding about that but he was joking and back to himself today. Maybe next time, huh?
So, that is all your scoop for today you little creep. I have emailed or texted everyone your photos so they can see how big you are and how well you are doing. I will update your blog this weekend for some Thanksgiving decorations. Your dad is going to paint your room and I hope to keep unshoveling the living room. Nothing too exciting but Bonehead did say to stay away from the Halloween candy and that it wasn't FDA approved to supplement with Insulin to offset it :)