labor style + crazy town

Today, our family begins our trek back to Indiana after a really sweet and restful holiday season in the south with family. You know where I'm not coming back from any time soon, though? Crazytown. 

If you're wondering where exactly crazytown is, for me it's somewhere about two weeks prior to giving birth. It's littered with contractions and hormonal tears and for some reason my nose gets very swollen and woosh - my nose is nothing compared to my cankles. 

This time around, however, I'm savoring each little moment of my trip to crazytown since we know this is our last biological baby (doctor's orders!), and I'm trying to laugh and smile and soak it all up along the way. I'm just trying not to laugh TOO hard, because that makes me start contracting:) 

To distract myself, I'm thinking about incredibly important things like what I'll wear during our upcoming hospital visit and blogging about it over at Together in 10. Hop over there today if you need a little laugh, or at the very least - a good suggestion for lipgloss. 



In the meantime, I'll be here - chomping on ice, rubbing my big old belly, and waddling. 
Lots and lots of waddling.