thirty-seven weeks today.

at the prenatal appointment on Friday, we had the final sonogram before Langston's birth. he not only has a full head of hair,

but he has long, long thigh bones, and his growth is two weeks ahead, which means that he is in the 79 percentile of babies his age. furthermore, he is seven pounds three ounces, instead of the standard six pounds. 

the sonographer tried to get a great four d image of Langston, but Langston was sleeping right up against my belly, and there was no amniotic fluid between us, so his little face is smushed against the camera:

when the sonographer tried to get him to move back, he kicked the camera so fast and strong, which is pretty impressive because if you have ever gotten a sonogram, you know how tiny those cameras are. for him to kick a camera, and for us to see it on the screen, took a pretty impressive bit of coordination, and I am pretty proud of that.

from that little four d photo, everyone says he has my pout and cheeks, and I know he is going to be tall and strong like Tim, but I hope he is strong like me too. despite being so tiny, I've carried my baby giant the best I can; I lug him up three flights of stairs, five days a week, and he listens to me talk for hours and hours about literature. I know that songs heard in the womb put babies at piece, and I kind of hope that poetry and literature can do the same thing.

I don't know; I just know that we will get to meet him so incredibly soon, so soon, in fact, that my doctor said the she hopes to see me still pregnant next week. 

we have the hospital bag packed, magazines and things to boot, and we are ready to meet the little lion.