Full-Term

{big bun in the oven}

I've hit that magical number in pregnancy world. 37. weeks.

deep breath in. deep breath out.

That's me envisioning my happy place.
I'm hoping a mixture of my happy place, high pain tolerance, humor, and stubbornness will ease me through labor.

And of course, having the stud hubs right by my side.
With promises of bacon cheeseburgers, fries, milkshakes, and {Local Boys} as my push present.

Seriously.
Instead of shouting, "You're doing great!" Daniel has been instructed to say things such as, "Do it for the shoyu chicken with an extra side of macaroni!" or "5 more pushes, and then you can order your #5!"

We're gonna make an awesome team.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}