Almost done baking?

Tomorrow, August Isabella will be full term. If I were to go into labor anytime from tomorrow on, she should be completely healthy with fully developed lungs. I know she has been practicing her breathing for the last two months because she get hiccups all the time. She should be at least 6 1/3 lbs at this point, and to me she feels like she could easily be bigger than that. She could have up to an 1 1/2 inches of hair (or she could be almost completely bald with peach fuzz). Her eyes will most likely be blue and she will (hopefully) have 10 fingers and 10 toes.

I can't really sleep anymore. When I do drift off, I either dream all about being pregnant and wanting August to be born, or I am awoken by her shifting around and/or a contraction. Last night I had a dream that I was begging a doctor to help me go into labor. (sidenote: the doctor also happened to be a comedian that our family friends invited us over to watch in their private theater. who knows what that's about?) Anyway, the doctor/comedian gave me a pill and told me I should take it. He said that once I took the giant, purple pill I would feel nauseous and throw up that evening or the next morning. After I threw up I would be in labor. His advice didn't make much sense to me, and the pill looked suspiciously like one of my prenatal vitamins. I took it anyway. Well, I didn't get sick or go into labor. Maybe the comedian/doctor was being funny. After that, Tony took me to a coffee shop in the dream to get my mind off of going into labor. I couldn't order coffee, so I ordered chocolate milk and a sugar cookie. The woman at the cash register handed me a crisp $100 bill and said, "Here. That's for you." I told her I couldn't take her money and that I needed to pay for what I was buying. Then she said, "It's only half of what I made today. Take it." I told her that if she was sure, I would take it and buy her a gift with it. Then she took the $100 back and said I could just have my food on the house. So I went to sit with Tony and eat my cookie and drink my chocolate milk. We started talking about the baby, and the coffee girl came over and began talking again. This time she said, "Have you ever seen the Hollywood tree house?" I replied, "No, but I have been to Graceland and it's not all it's cracked up to be."

Then I woke up to my husband getting ready for work. Being the dork that I am, I googled "Hollywood Treehouse" and found this photo:

I think it's a music studio or something.

Speaking of music, I'm off to work on my labor and delivery playlist. It is very important to me to have good music for all of it, especially when she makes her debut into this world! My brain is totally on baby over-drive. Keep your fingers crossed that go-time will happen soon!